Luna: If he’s not, I would like his name and number. Please and thank you.
My gaze narrows as I type back…
Lark: That’s Lazarus Ferraro. And no, you may not have his number. He’s mine.
The dots appear again, and I wait for her response.
Luna: Has he proposed, too?
I scoff at that and tell her,No. He would have to like me to propose to me. And I’m pretty sure he hates me right now.
“I do not hate you.” Lazarus’s voice startles me, making me realize that I’m literally typing all this out in front of him. “Give me that.”
“Give you?—”
He takes the phone from my hand and starts typing.
“Hey!” I try to grab it back from him, but he’s already walking away from me.
I chase after him as he disappears through the doors, his long legs carrying him to the bed before I’ve even entered the room.
He sits, and I leap onto the mattress next to him, then try to take the device from him. He lifts an arm, easily deflecting my movements.
I growl.
But the bastard ignores me and continues typing with one hand.
So I jump on his back and try to get to my phone that way.
He spins whilestill typing, and suddenly I’m flat on the bed with him straddling me.
I’m not even surehowhe accomplished that.
When I try to sit up, he pushes me back down and says, “There. That’s better.”
The sound of my phone locking follows, and he sets it on my nightstand next to the gun I haven’t touched in days.
“Now let’s chat.” He settles on top of me, his elbows on either side of my head, caging me beneath him.
I gape up at him. “Have you lost your mind?”
He considers me for a moment. “My mind, no. My heart might be a different story, though.” He leans down to brush his lips against mine, the motion so unexpected that I gasp.
Which he perceives as an invitation because he dips his tongue into my mouth and starts to kiss me.
I have half a mind to bite him and very nearly do.
But then realize I would be claiming him if I did.
Except… except that wouldn’t be that bad of an idea. Iwantto claim him. To make him mine. To show him that I’m loyal to this pack. That I want him and the others.
Maybe that’s a way to prove I wasn’t involved in the attack on Johan?
It would be impulsive. Daring. And a way to take charge of this kiss.
The claim can’t be undone, though. But I think I’m okay with that.
No, IknowI’m okay with that.
