Darcy Branwyn

Tangled Moon (A Werewolf Romance)

…“What were you hoping?” he asked.

Good question. She shrugged. “That you’d be on my side.”

He smiled wryly. “Always on side, Darling. I want to see all your sides.”

She was sure his English wasn’t working at the moment so she let it go. “Thanks.”

She sighed again, staring at her coffee, not drinking it, even though it was the one human habit she actually enjoyed. Too bad Lothar had never come out and told her he wasn’t interested in her physically. Then she could mourn the loss of her fantasy and be done with it.

When they’d returned tired and wet that morning, he’d patiently stayed up with her while she vented about Nick, mortals in general, and how annoying it was to have pheromones in the first place. Now he was practically pushing Nick on her.

“You look at Nick like you hate him, but you… This morning you were willing enough to let me spew. Now you act like everything’s decided with him. But it’s not.”

“I do hate him.”

There it was again…