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Everything seems like a good idea when you’re wasted.
Fortunately, the company I kept during that time didn’t contain a criminal element.
Who would have known my introduction to murder would be via my wolf?
As much as we avoid each other, I didn’t think we were so fundamentally different.
“No shifting,” I mutter, making the decision and hoping to stick to it.
Who knows what my wolf will decide?
He completely crept up on me that last time. Though I guess I should have known there was a full moon before I stepped outside. It’s always harder to resist my wolf under the light of a full moon.
That won’t be a problem in here, but I’m sure there are other ways he could sneak up on me.
“No sleeping, either,” I add, not sure how I’m going to keep that promise to myself.
It’s after dark and I’m locked in a closet. It’s not like there’s much I can do to stay awake.
I’ve probably been in here five minutes. It feels like longer.
There’s absolutely nothing to do in here, and I’m already bored of being alone with my thoughts.
I remember what Cheryl said about Bianca watching over me and it makes me shudder.
“You there, B?” I ask, not sure what I’m looking for, or listening for.
I won’t be able to see her or hear her if she’s around.
I’ve ever seen a ghost before in real life.
“And I’d prefer not to see one the first time I’m trapped in a fucking closet in the pitch dark,” I mumble, hoping to hell she’s not going to pull any haunted house shit. I don’t think it’s her style, but then again, she never had as much style as she liked to think she did.
I close my eyes and fight back a yawn.
Fuck. I’m going to fall asleep.
Better than seeing a ghost, I guess.
Except… Wait…
Chapter Eighty-Four
Oscar
Theclassroomagain.Atleast she’s consistent. I look around and Bianca gives me a superior smile.
“Well, well. Look who needs my help, after all.”
“Need is a strong word,” I tell her. “And I hear you’re only offering it because we’re thinking about helping your immortal soul move on, or find peace, or whatever the hell it is restless spirits do.”
She scowls. “There’s no need to be an asshole about it.”
“Says the biggest asshole in the room.”
She turns away from me, sulking like a petulant child.
I hold in my groan. I should probably try to be nicer. She’s actually here, after all. Like she agreed.
