“It means we go together,” Enola snickered.
“Uh, no. Guess again.”
Ruby’s response was rather stank.
“It means, my sweet niece, that you are waaaay more than married. Baby, you are stuck with this man for the rest of your life.”
Enola recoiled as if her aunt had slapped her across the face. That sounded way more serious than it should have.
She turned to Gideon. “More than married?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Ruby continued. “He’s tasted your blood, my dear. That li’l love bite he gave you is his very own GPS tracker.”
“Daaaaayum,” Margo murmured.
“Now you’re just exaggerating,” Gideon mumbled.
Enola’s eyes went buck. She inhaled a sharp breath. Gideon hadn’t told her anything close to what her aunt was describing. And to make it worse, he was just sitting there with no emotion in his cool gray eyes.
“Talk, Gideon!” Enola shouted.
That time, everyone in the room jumped back, obviously afraid that Enola couldn’t handle her power. But Enola had gotten better. Being attacked and training with Ruby had made her considerably stronger. She had gotten better at maintaining control.
“Listen, darlin’, I told you that wolves mated for life,” he defended calmly.
“More than married?” she asked.
“Well, I don’t really know what that means.”
“Married people can divorce!”
“Well,wecan’t,” he replied boldly. “So…yes. We are more than married.”
Enola ran her fingers over the spot where he’d bitten her.
“Yes, I can find you,” he offered before she even asked.
“Get out.”
“Only if you’re in trouble, baby. I can only find you if you’re in danger,” Gideon explained.
“Gideon, get out.”
“Nola, ba—.”
“Get out!” Enola screamed.
Gideon stood and smoothed out his slacks. Enola could tell he wasn’t ready to end their conversation, and Enola knew that if they had been alone, he wouldn’t have.
“I will call you tomorrow.”
“Don’t bother,” Enola snapped.
Gideon roughly ran his fingers through his hair, and gave her a look that could give chills to a penguin. Even as pissed off as she was, Enola couldn’t stop herself from noticing how goddamned beautiful he was.
“Isaid, I’ll call you tomorrow,” he gritted before walking out of the kitchen.
“Ughhh!” Enola grunted her frustration.
