Page 22 of The Werewolf’s Study Date

Fuck.

Maisie glances between us. “Okay, seriously. What is happening?”

I catch her hand and squeeze it. “Give me a minute?”

Her eyebrows climb. “That sounds ominous.”

“It isn’t.”

She looks at Soren again, clearly unconvinced. “Fine. I want coffee anyway.”

She heads toward the other end of the counter.

I wait until she’s out of earshot before stepping closer to Soren.

“You know?”

His throat works.

For several seconds, he doesn’t answer.

Then his gaze slides back across the room.

“Yes.”

The word is barely audible.

I follow his stare. The girl is tracing something on the campus map while one of her friends talks. Completely unaware that a three-hundred-year-old vampire is standing thirty feet away looking like someone just reached into his chest and rearranged his organs.

“You talked to her?”

“No.”

“You know her name?”

“No.”

“Anything?”

His jaw tightens. “She asked a question during your orientation.”

I look at him.

Soren finally tears his attention away from her. “Do not.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were about to.”

I grin. “You’re fucked.”

His expression goes glacial.

“Deeply,” I add.

“Your concern is touching.”

I lower my voice. “Give her time, man. She got here this week. Let her figure out where her classes are before you drop something this big on her.”