there is anything I can ever do for you, just ask.”
Chapter 7
Jase Donovan had to be the most unlucky human being on the face of the planet. Not only had he ended up with the hardest Math 109 professor at the university, but the TA who was supposed to explain things to the dumb students had only the most basic understanding of the English language, and Jase had less than a basic understanding of her accent. As a result, he was staring at a page filled with problems that made about as much sense to him as the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie, when he caught a familiar scent on the air. Less than a minute later, there was a soft knock on the door.
Jase rolled his shoulders and counted to five in his head. He didn’t want her to think he’d been sitting here and staring into space waiting for her to get back.
“Have fun?” he asked, turning around and walking back to his desk the moment he opened the door. Her natural scent was mixed with coffee, donuts, and him.
Walker Helkamp, the seventeen year old son of Anderson and Jodie Helkamp. A senior at Hayden High School in Winkelman, Arizona. Football player. Honor student. His last girlfriend was a girl named Keyley who sang in the school choir and had an obsession with Sherlock Holmes. On the Shifter dominance scale, he was barely a step up from an Omega.
Not that Jase had made calls or done any cyber-stalking. It was beneath him, which is why he made another member of the Hagan Pack do it.
When Talley didn’t immediately answer, he couldn’t stop himself from turning to look at her. It took less than a second for him to decide that Walker Helkamp needed to die, that he would be the one to do it, and that he would never, ever regret that decision.
“What did he do?” The urge to grab her and pull her to him was beyond distracting. “If he touched you…” What was the word for ripping someone’s guts from their body? Eviscerate? That sounded like a good word. Whatever it was, he would do it to Walker.
Talley passed him without so much as a glance and dropped herself onto his bed. “Save your righteous anger. He didn’t do anything. Walker Helkamp is a great guy. Smart. Funny.” She swiped at a single tear streaking down her cheek. “He thinks I’m pretty.”
“He just wants to use you for your position.”
“No, he really doesn’t.”
“How do you know?”
Talley waved her spirit fingers at him. “Magic hands, remember?”
Jase wasn’t petty enough to feel raging jealousy, so there had to be another name for the emotion burning inside him. He just couldn’t think of what that might be. “If he’s so perfect, why are you sitting in my room crying?”
“I’m not crying,” Talley said, wiping away another tear. “And I’m in your room to discuss your phone call with Sarvarna.”
Jase leveled her with a stare. “Talley…”
“He’s gone, okay? You don’t have to worry about Walker Helkamp anymore, or ever again. He was a nice boy who actually liked me and didn’t care that I was an Alpha Pack Potential, and I used him for information and sent him away.” She plucked a ratty old sock monkey from its perch beside his pillow. “He’s not the bad guy,” she told the stuffed animal. “I am.”
“He’s gone?”
“Well, we just left the coffee shop a few minutes ago, but he’s leaving. We’ll never see him again.”
With Talley’s teary-eyedness, Jase figured doing a fist pump and yelling, “Yes!” at the top of his lungs might be a bad idea. Still, he couldn’t stop the “good riddance” from escaping his lips. Talley, however, didn’t respond. Her focus was entirely on the sock monkey in her hands. She looked at it as if she was waiting for him to open his mouth and spill the secrets of the world. Jase knew where her thoughts were before she spoke.
“Do you think she’s okay?”
“Of course.” She had to be. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Scout wasn’t okay. He had to believe
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