Page 54 of Wolf Cursed
“Bish, are you trying to ghost me or what?” she demanded.
“No, I’m not ghosting you,” I said. “I texted you back.”
We’d texted a lot, in fact. About shifters and about how she and Isaac hadn’t been at that wolf meeting but they damn sure had known it was happening. And about my dad. Apparently, Idrissa didn’t know why he’d left either. Only stories. And rumors. None of which she’d share with me even when I’d begged.
“I know that,” she said, her pouting lip reminding me of a similar expression Isaac had given me once. “But your texts are vague, and we haven’t hung out, and it’s giving me a complex.”
My brows rose.
“Besides,” she added, “Isaac is busy with some guy he met on Hinge, and I’m bored.”
I’d already learned Isaac was a serial dater. Never more than once with the same person, though.
“Well, I’m on house arrest, so I can’t help you,” I told her.
“Yeah, about that…I talked to some people, and I’m here to spring you.”
“What people?” I asked, suddenly wary. She made it sound way too easy.
She sighed. “Silas. My dad. Oscar. Kai.” Her gaze flicked to the garage, but I waved her off.
“He already left,” I said, referencing the latter.
“Right. Well, anyway, they all agreed that as long as you’re with me, you can leave the shop.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Why what?”
“Why are they letting me leave, just like that?”
“Because it’s me,” she said with way too much smug confidence.
My eyes narrowed. “You didn’t punch anyone, did you?”
“Of course not,” she protested then pouted. “I’m insulted you would think so.”
I snorted. “Apologies, gentle maiden. Of course, you would never stoop to violence.”
She flashed a scary sort of smile. “Unless they deserved it.”
“Speaking of which, how’s that Vinny guy?” I asked.
“He’s fine,” she assured me. “Actually, your concern for him was noted by Presley and a few of the other guys. I think it’s what helped change their minds.”
“About what?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Hating you so much.”
“Gee, thanks,” I said wryly.
“You wanted full disclosure,” she reminded me.
I had made her promise, no more secrets.
“I thought he was dead,” I admit, remembering how Idrissa had knocked Vinny clean out that day.
“Yeah, we need to chat about your little fugue state that day,” she said, and I tensed at the memory of how Vinny’s blood had freaked me out. “Later,” she added. “For now, we need drinks.”
