Chapter 88 – Night Out

• “What do you think,” Anton says, laughing and turning in a circle so that I can admire. I do, rather liberally, my wolf pouncing around in my soul.
• “I mean you’re always dashing, Tony boy,” I say, crossing my arms and smiling at him. “But you look very fancy tonight. Dressed up suits you!”
• “Who knew,” he says with a little smirk, running a hands through his hair, I think a bit bashful. “If I knew you thought so I’d have tried it before now.”