“You’re also going to give me two-thirds of that money.”
“Wait a minute! That’s not what we agreed on.”
There was a dim orange reflection on Roscoe’s face from my glowing eyes. This was happening way too frequently, and with all that had just transpired, I was starting to worry.
The front door slammed open, and Adam and Austin stomped inside, yelling at one another.
“It’s because your little ass is mine. Kuu rules.”
“I’m over your bullshit, Austin.”
“I fuck you, what? Ten times a day? That’s still not enough for you?”
I rubbed my head, wishing I could go back to the quiet house moments ago. “What’s wrong with you guys now?”
“Let me ask you something,” Austin said, standing in front of the couch. “Would you go out and fuck half the town, or stay true to your kuu mate?”
I cast a glance at Roscoe. “Right now, I don’t want to fuck anyone. At all. Probably ever again.”
Austin sniffed the air. “Did someone piss in here?”
Adam let out a laugh but quickly slunk away once I settled my glare on him.
The next day
It was breezy and cool, and the air had a sweet smell to it. The first day of fall had been a week ago, but it hadn’t felt like it until now. I walked barefoot through the yard, stopping short of the woods. The last encounter I’d had out there replayed in my head, and I kept that gem in my pocket. I still didn’t understand what it was, and there was only one werewolf in town that likely knew the answer.
All the blood rushed from my face when I realized I’d forgotten to go back to see the mayor yesterday. In a panic, I rushed inside to throw on a fresh shirt before slipping into a pair of shoes.
“What’s wrong with you?” Roscoe asked, holding another mug of coffee.
“I’ll be back later.” I stopped and examined the half-empty pot of coffee on the counter. “That’s your last cup. I mean it.”
“Yer killin’ me here. I can’t drink, I can’t smoke weed, and now I can’t have coffee.”
“That’s because you have no self-control.” I grabbed his wrist, checking his pulse. “You’re shaking. How much did you drink?”
“We may need more coffee beans again.”
“That’s it. I’m cutting you off. For real this time.”
“I’m maybe a hundred freakin’ years old. You can’t tell me what to do.” Roscoe spoke so fast his tongue could barely keep up with his words. He then let out a rapid bout of laughter before taking another sip.
“Yeah,” Adam cut in, snaking his way next to Roscoe. He took the werewolf’s broad arms in his and leaned his head against him.
“You know what? Go ahead and drink the rest. And after that, why don’t you take Adam to the bedroom.” I leaned in and whispered in Roscoe’s ear. “Do to him what you did to me yesterday. For the fans.”
Adam grinned. “Giving up already?” He looked up at Roscoe. “So, what are we doing, big daddy? I mean, Professor Roscoe.”
“Oh boy, yer gonna love it. Go grab a chair from the dining room and uh, I need to get somethin’ from the garage.”
I opened the door, grinning as I stepped outside.
Being a half-turn had its perks, despite the numerous drawbacks, one of them being stamina. Whether it was hours cleaning the house or a ten-minute sprint to town without having to stop to catch my breath, I couldn’t deny how much more physically capable I was now.
I slowed to a light jog upon reaching the city hall building. There weren’t many people around except for a man in a black suit sitting outside on the bench smoking a cigar. He had ashy dark-brown hair and a black five o’clock shadow, kind of contrasting one another. He looked both old and young, mature eyes and graying hair combined with smooth brown skin. I’dnever see a middle-aged man so gorgeous in my life. I nearly tripped over the unevenly set sidewalk while trying to check him out without him noticing.
As I approached the door, I gave it a tug, but it held tight.
