Page 30 of So I Fell for Bigfoot

That’s my girl.

“It’s very good. You’ll enjoy it. The chefs here are world renowned.” Armand placed his napkin on his lap, completely unfazed.

“What other things are you gonna decide I want without asking me?” Hannah glared at him.

“If it’s that much of an issue, we can order something else for you.”

“It’s not that. It’s that things have changed since…you went into the rock. You probably dreamed about those too.”

Armand leaned forward. “I dreamed about a lot of things.” His voice was husky.

Hannah rolled her eyes. “Like what?”

“What it would feel like to touch my mate’s soft skin. How it would feel to be free to love the person that chose me without punishment.”

“But you say the shifter king is still alive.”

I wanted to stand up and cheer at her question.

“Yes.”

“So why do you think he won’t punish you this time? Seems like he intended for things to be permanent.”

Armand’s eyes narrowed. “Because we’re better equipped to defeat him this time. The shifter king is a stubborn beast who refuses to evolve with the times. His own attitude will be the very thing that destroys him. And I’m going to help him do it.”

Hannah sighed. “Who have you recruited to help you destroy him?”

“You.”

“Oh no.” Hannah pushed her chair back with enough force it scraped against the ground. “This date is over. You won’t use me to hurt Lars.”

“I won’t have to,” Armand said, the amusement clear on his face. “You’ll be the one to destroy him.”

“Like. Hell.” Hannah rose to her feet. There was no way the wolf would miss how hard she was shaking. “Thank you for the date. But I can tell you with complete certainty what I knew all along. You are not my mate. You will not be taking me or claiming me or doing anything to me.”

“I won’t have to,” he said, the skin around his eyes crinkling with amusement. “You’ll do it all on your own.”

She spun on her heel and headed for the door.

“Hannah.”

She turned around. If her eyes could shoot silver daggers, he would be dead.

“My wolves are very fond of your friends.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Only if you think it should be.”

* * *

“It wasn’t a disaster.” We were back at my cabin, in our pajamas, drinking cocktails. Marissa had gone to change and join in on the fun, but we let Tina go home to her little ones. “I’m quite impressed with the way you handled that. I think we got some valuable information out of Armand.”

“How? He sidestepped every question, told me what he thought I wanted to hear, threatened my friends, said that I’d destroy Lars, and I’m sitting here nursing a frozen mudslide. Don’t mind me while I drink away my complete failure.”

“What would you rather be doing at this moment?”

She let out a sigh. “Something to keep Lars safe. I keep hearing that cocky wolf’s prediction that I’ll ruin him in my head. I’d never do such a thing.”

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