Chapter 92 – Tempers

• Laila stills for a moment and then shakes her head, not looking at me. “I don’t know how Orion feels about me. I…I was the one who initiated things last night. And he…gave in. But was he just drunk? Or being a…a boy?”
• My wolf growls inside of me, not liking the idea that Orion would take advantage of Laila’s affections just because he was drunk and feeling frisky. But I keep my emotions to myself, my eyes on my friend, who looks towards the door with a great deal of worry and need.
• God, Laila. She’s…she’s got it bad, doesn’t she. She certainly hid it well.