“I want to come too,” Jenna volunteered.
My lip curled. “Absolutely not.
She grabbed my arm, shaking it. “Come on. I never get to hang out with you when you’re doing fun things.”
“What do you call tonight?”
She shot me a sidelong glance. “You mean how you forgot and showed up over an hour late?”
I pressed my lips together and looked away.
Jenna’s smirk was smug as she folded her arms across her chest. She’d dressed up for the night and was wearing a pair of white shorts with a sparkly top. She’d even taken the time to do her makeup and curl the ends of her hair.
She looked good. More importantly, she looked happy.
Which was why I almost regretted telling her no.
I shook my head. “It’s still a nope.”
Ribbons of a smoke-like haze wandered along the ceiling, meandering back and forth like a group of kids spying on the adults.
The funny thing was that the smoke was a lot more dangerous than it seemed. I’d seen it strangle someone before. It dove right down her throat to block her air passage.
This was the sort of place I invited my baby sibling to. Go me.
Jenna still hadn’t given up. “Please.”
I knew from the begging tone in her voice that she would keep repeating that tone until I relented.
“Fine,” I said with a long suffering sigh.
I was such a softy when it came to her.
Jenna cheered, reaching over to give Caroline a high five.
Connor was busy ignoring the rest of us as he finally finished his study of his beverage and lifted the martini glass to his lips.
“I don’t think so.” I grabbed the glass out of his hand, moving it out of reach. “Did Caroline bother to warn you about Dahlia’s lemon drops?”
Connor tilted his head. “What about them?”
“They’re dangerous.”
“I don’t think they’re that bad.” Jenna swiped a glass off the table and showed me its empty contents.
My gaze went from it to the empty beer bottles and martini glasses littering the table.
“How many did you let her have?” I hissed at Caroline.
One lemon drop was strong enough to make a vampire intoxicated. What would something like that do to my all too mortal sister?
“Don’t worry.” Caroline held up a placating hand. “I’ve been keeping an eye on her.”
Like most of the werewolves I’d met, Caroline had an air of wildness to her that made her almost irresistible to the opposite sex. Her wavy blond hair and pretty blue eyes only added to her allure.
“I don’t see the big deal,” Jenna said. “I’m not driving since I came here via ride-share app.”
If only driving intoxicated was the thing I was worried about.
