“Brandon.” Monica finished pinning up the last of the curls. Quinn’s hair looked regal, yet still feminine.
“How do you manage to do that so well?”
Monica gave her a tight smile. “Practice.”
“I’ll go talk to Brandon.” She turned to her sister and placed both palms on either side of Monica’s rounded cheeks. “I would never make a choice that would hurt you. I will always protect you.”
Monica’s eyes widened, unshed tears glittered along her lower lid. “I believe you, Quinn. Has something happened?”
“No.” Other than the same crap she’d been dealing with daily. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s just…you’ve changed. I can see it.”
Quinn let her sister’s face go and gave herself one last check in the mirror. She couldn’t see what Monica meant, so she shrugged, and said, “It’s called getting old.”
After Monica had left, Quinn picked up her phone and texted Luke.
I wish things were different. I wish it didn’t matter. Your heart calls to my heart. It doesn’t matter if your heart is wolf and mine is a bear. Only it does matter. If you really care, you’ll stay away tonight.
Quinn set her phone back down and steeled herself for her conversation with Brandon.
