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I laughed. "Maybe you should try asking me something more basic first."
He offered me his arm and I took it, smiling as I did. While it was risky for the two of us to touch, it felt a little less so when I knew that we were planning on doing something that would help us stay in control of our wolves.
Chapter 5
DELIA
Fenrir was right about the diner. In fact, it was even less romantic than he'd sold it as, which was reassuring on several fronts. I wasn't sure it was going to be quite enough to keep my wolf in check, but at least it was a start.
Cheesy music played over the speakers, and a tired-looking waitress in a yellow dress set our milkshakes down in front of us.
"Do you want some fries?" Fenrir asked.
"Sure."
He nodded to the waitress, who disappeared, only to return a few minutes later with a basket of fries. They must have some of them ready.
"It feels a bit weird to eat fries while wearing a fancy dress," I admitted as I crunched into one. "They taste better."
He chuckled. "I think it's because they feel like an extra treat."
"Ah, something we agree on."
"I would hope we'd find a few things like that," he said.
"Mmm." I mixed my shake with my straw. "Though I wouldn't expect us to be exactly the same."
"Fate thinks we're a good match, not that we're exactly alike," he responded. "So, what brought you to the Jinx Masquerade?"
"My friend got me a ticket," I responded. "She's dating Horus. It's why I was here tonight. What about you?"
"My father got me one for the masquerade. Aphrodite invited me to the Horus Sanctuary tonight."
I paused for a moment. "Aphrodite?" Did I have to compete with a literal love goddess for him? I pushed the thought aside. I didn't even know if I wanted that, it hardly mattered who I might be competing against.
"She's an event planner," he said. "Horus can be a little bit reclusive, so most of the invitations for the event come from Aphrodite and not Horus."
"So I'm in the minority being invited by someone who works at the Sanctuary, then," I joked.
"Something like that." He picked up one of the fries and ate it. "I go to the events because I know a lot of the people there. My sister and my uncle often attend events like this too. And my father, but you want to avoid those situations."
"Why?"
"Haven't you heard the stories of Loki?" A smile twisted at the corner of his lips.
"Your father is Loki?"
"Yes. I'm guessing you don't know much about Norse mythology?"
"I can't say that I do, beyond the names," I admitted. "Though now I've got some bedtime reading to do when I get home."
He raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps I should send you some of the better stories about me for that."
"Stories of your prowess?" I put the straw between my lips, not thinking about how it might look, given the subject of the conversation.
Fenrir cleared his throat. "I can't say there are many of those. Most of the stories about me are about the threat I posed to the other gods in causing Ragnarok."
"Which I imagine would be kind of difficult to do, given that you're a wolf shifter with a few extra powers."
