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He glared. “You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.”
“No, you’re lucky, because I’m not a nice woman, and had you kept refusing, I would have taken it from your cold, lifeless body.”
He blinked in the midst of holding out his coat.
She snatched and had enough manners to say, “Thank you.”
But did he reply with, “You’re welcome?” Nope. He just stared. Apparently, some things never changed, starting with males who couldn’t keep their gazes to themselves.
It took the Mother murmuring, Don’t hurt him, for her to leave his eyes intact.
For now.
Chapter 3
Thank you? The crazy lady thanked him for the loan of his jacket after her attempt to maim him?
Maim? Bah, not even close. She’s feisty and attractive. Garou approved.
Of all the things that he’d experienced in his life, finding himself face-to-face with a naked woman in a snowstorm was a first. Also surprising? Her wild beauty. He might have been sunk deep in his own misery, but he still noticed her curvy shape barely hidden by her long, white hair at odds with her youthful features.
Very nice. Maybe I won’t need that mastiff after all.
Oh, fuck no.
While she put on his jacket, Baptiste asked, “Why are you outside without any clothes? In case you missed it, the weather is kind of shit.”
“The healing seed works better without garments to interfere.”
He blinked in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“Not surprising. Humans never were all too bright in my time. I see that hasn’t changed.”
“Excuse me?”
“For what? Not stripping fast enough?” she asked with a lilt. “Move faster. Bad enough your clothes reek. Does your kind still not believe in bathing?” Her nose wrinkled.
“I’m homeless.”
“And?” she retorted, his jacket fitting big on her, hanging almost to her knees. “There is a stream running through that forest and I sense a larger body of water not far from here. Both would work as cleansing pools.”
“No one swims in the quarry. The narwhals can get rough.” He’d gone there once and, to his continuing humiliation, got tossed like a beachball a few times.
That was embarrassing. On that Garou agreed.
“Narwhals live in oceans,” stated the strange woman.
“Not anymore. Nexus has become a haven for all cryptids.”
“I assume because of the resurrected Monster King. The Mother mentioned he’d returned.”
“The Mother, as in, Earth?”
“As if there’s any other,” she scoffed. “Keep the rest of your clothes. This coat will do until I find better.”
She went to walk past, and he glanced at her feet. “You have no shoes.”
“How observant.”
