Page 116 of Tainted Romance

“More like a need.” I looked up. “If I could still feel that surely my wolf mustn’t be that dead.”

“We just need to reign that in and….” He sat next to me. “Then maybe we have a chance here.”

“I just need to get really pissed off.” I smirked and nudged his shoulder. “Sorry for yelling at you.”

“You had something to yell about so don’t be sorry. By the way, I like the hair.”

Here I was thinking he wasn’t going to say anything. “Thanks.”

“Got a reason for changing your appearance?”

“Felt like it.” I looked at him sideways. “Just didn’t want to be the same girl they took advantage of…well, I didn’t want to look like her anymore anyway.”

“Makes sense.”

Someone that understood it. At least with Jace, I could be honest, he knew the real me.

“Ok, let’s try again.” I got up. “Maybe I can focus on hating Zane to influence a change.”

Jace cracked a grin and stood up shaking his head. “If only it were that easy.”

I knew it wouldn’t be, but the least we could do was try.

***

I was dreading next period while getting my books out of my locker when Chase appeared at my side.

“So, are you and Blake fighting again?”

I looked at him oddly. “No.”

“So why won’t he speak to you?”

“News to me.” I closed my locker. “He is most likely pissed off I embarrassed him in front of his girlfriend the other day which I totally don’t get. One minute he is all about her, the next he wants nothing to do with her. Explain to me how that is healthy.”

We walked down the hallway.

“You’re talking about Ebony.”

“Who else.”

“That is complicated.” His words wavered. “Blake will work it out.”

“Well, I don’t have to stand by and watch the cow wiggle her way into his life.”

“They’ll sort it out, and maybe once you get to know her, you might actually get on with her.”

“More chance of me hooking back up with Blake than that.”

“Look I’ve got to go. See you at lunch?” I paused at the classroom door, and he nodded his head.

Then I took a sharp breath and stepped into the class I had with Zane.

Then there he was, sitting at the back, leaning back on his chair with his piercing eyes locked on me. It was as if he had been waiting for me to walk through.

He pulled the toothpick out from his teeth and leaned forward. “Hey, Allie.” He waved his hand for me to come to him.

Was he drunk?

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