way..." Sally looked at Jen, crossing her arms across her chest. "When and where did you learn to speak Romanian exactly?"
"Yeah," Jacque added indignantly.
Jen laughed. "I got on the internet and picked out a few phrases that I knew, if I used at the right time, would get under Decebel's skin." Jen continued to grin. "Worked like a charm. Did y'all see his face?"
"What did you say?"
"When I spoke to Costin the first time – by the way, did y'all notice how drool worthy he is? Okay, not the point. Anyways, I said 'one little drink then, love?'"
Sally and Jacque both laughed.
"The second time I spoke to Costin," Jen continued, "I called him lover boy."
"Huh, no wonder Decebel blew a gasket," Sally voiced.
"So did you learn any more?"
"Oh yeah, but I'm saving them. It's got to be just the right moment and when he least expects it," Jen explained.
Jacque leaned her head down to her hands and rubbed her face, chuckling."I swear, Jen, I can't decide if you're a genius or a psycho."
"I admit it's a fine line," Jen said matter of factly, "and I'll be the first to confess that on any given day my toe grazes one side or the other."
All three laughed just as there was a knock at her door. They froze, looking at each other, then watched as the door opened.
"Are you freaking kidding me?" Jen muttered under her breath. "Knock, wait, be invited in – it's really a simple concept. But does the pissy werewolf get it? Noooo, of course not. That would be too damn polite."
Decebel stepped in. His eyes landed on Jen and his large body seemed to cause the room to shrink. Jacque stood and started to walk away from the bed. Jen grabbed her hand, pleading with her eyes for Jacque to stay. Jacque shook her head and pulled her hand free.
"Talk to him," she mouthed to Jen.
As Sally and Jacque headed out of her room, Jen muttered under her breath, "Traitors."
Jen heard the click of the door as it closed, an ominous sound that caused goosebumps to cover her arms. She continued to lie back on her bed, but after several minutes of silence she finally sat up.
Jen looked at the wolf standing across her room. He had propped himself up against the wall, arms folded across his chest. The classic Decebel pose , she thought to herself with a mental chuckle.
Neither spoke as they both continued to stare at one another. Jen met his gaze head on but eventually allowed her eyes to wander. She would never get tired of looking at him. His dark hair was cut short on the sides, and longer on top, sweeping gently across his forehead. His warm amber eyes she swore could stare a hole in a person. He had a straight, tapered nose and full lips. His face was chiseled and smooth, as if carved from stone. He was handsome – very handsome.
She wasn't sure how tall he was but he matched Fane in height and Jen remembered Jacque saying Fane was 6'4". His broad shoulders filled out the snug, white t-shirt he wore. His skin tone was a warm golden tan, a color that would take Jen weeks of laying out in the sun to achieve. He had a narrow waist and long, powerful looking legs.
Decebel cleared his throat, causing Jen's head to snap back up to his face. He looked smug, which only served to tick Jen off more.
"What do you want, Decebel?" she asked, and was pleased that her voice sounded so steady when she felt anything but.
Decebel continued to stare at Jennifer, emotions swirling inside him that he couldn't seem to get a grasp on.
"I -" he started, but seemed to be confused about what to say. "You can't go around dancing on bars and downing vodka like it's water."
Jen stood up, arms stiff by her side. "Says who? You? Well, here's a news flash: you aren't my dad, you aren't my brother, and YOU AREN'T MY KEEPER." Jen's voice got louder as her anger flared.
"I'M YOUR M- " Decebel roared, pushing himself from the wall. But he caught himself before he finished his sentence, nearly biting his tongue in the process. His breathing had increased, he was shocked at the
"Yeah," Jacque added indignantly.
Jen laughed. "I got on the internet and picked out a few phrases that I knew, if I used at the right time, would get under Decebel's skin." Jen continued to grin. "Worked like a charm. Did y'all see his face?"
"What did you say?"
"When I spoke to Costin the first time – by the way, did y'all notice how drool worthy he is? Okay, not the point. Anyways, I said 'one little drink then, love?'"
Sally and Jacque both laughed.
"The second time I spoke to Costin," Jen continued, "I called him lover boy."
"Huh, no wonder Decebel blew a gasket," Sally voiced.
"So did you learn any more?"
"Oh yeah, but I'm saving them. It's got to be just the right moment and when he least expects it," Jen explained.
Jacque leaned her head down to her hands and rubbed her face, chuckling."I swear, Jen, I can't decide if you're a genius or a psycho."
"I admit it's a fine line," Jen said matter of factly, "and I'll be the first to confess that on any given day my toe grazes one side or the other."
All three laughed just as there was a knock at her door. They froze, looking at each other, then watched as the door opened.
"Are you freaking kidding me?" Jen muttered under her breath. "Knock, wait, be invited in – it's really a simple concept. But does the pissy werewolf get it? Noooo, of course not. That would be too damn polite."
Decebel stepped in. His eyes landed on Jen and his large body seemed to cause the room to shrink. Jacque stood and started to walk away from the bed. Jen grabbed her hand, pleading with her eyes for Jacque to stay. Jacque shook her head and pulled her hand free.
"Talk to him," she mouthed to Jen.
As Sally and Jacque headed out of her room, Jen muttered under her breath, "Traitors."
Jen heard the click of the door as it closed, an ominous sound that caused goosebumps to cover her arms. She continued to lie back on her bed, but after several minutes of silence she finally sat up.
Jen looked at the wolf standing across her room. He had propped himself up against the wall, arms folded across his chest. The classic Decebel pose , she thought to herself with a mental chuckle.
Neither spoke as they both continued to stare at one another. Jen met his gaze head on but eventually allowed her eyes to wander. She would never get tired of looking at him. His dark hair was cut short on the sides, and longer on top, sweeping gently across his forehead. His warm amber eyes she swore could stare a hole in a person. He had a straight, tapered nose and full lips. His face was chiseled and smooth, as if carved from stone. He was handsome – very handsome.
She wasn't sure how tall he was but he matched Fane in height and Jen remembered Jacque saying Fane was 6'4". His broad shoulders filled out the snug, white t-shirt he wore. His skin tone was a warm golden tan, a color that would take Jen weeks of laying out in the sun to achieve. He had a narrow waist and long, powerful looking legs.
Decebel cleared his throat, causing Jen's head to snap back up to his face. He looked smug, which only served to tick Jen off more.
"What do you want, Decebel?" she asked, and was pleased that her voice sounded so steady when she felt anything but.
Decebel continued to stare at Jennifer, emotions swirling inside him that he couldn't seem to get a grasp on.
"I -" he started, but seemed to be confused about what to say. "You can't go around dancing on bars and downing vodka like it's water."
Jen stood up, arms stiff by her side. "Says who? You? Well, here's a news flash: you aren't my dad, you aren't my brother, and YOU AREN'T MY KEEPER." Jen's voice got louder as her anger flared.
"I'M YOUR M- " Decebel roared, pushing himself from the wall. But he caught himself before he finished his sentence, nearly biting his tongue in the process. His breathing had increased, he was shocked at the
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