Running from the Wolves (Wolfsbane #1)

by Lola Glass

We trucked down the million stairs, and Roman somehow managed to fit my duffel bag in the tiny trunk of his fancy car.

First it was a car, then a truck and now a car again.

Friday, my phone vibrated with a text message while I was doing the dishes and jamming out to some music. I shook water off my hands and grabbed the phone, sandwiching it between my shoulder and ear.

Kinda hard to read a text like that lol

One twenty-minute cab ride later, we were walking into a ginormous Victoria’s secret. The walls were plastered with pictures of women in lingerie, and I grinned when I realized a good portion of the pictures were of London.

I’m hoping she went back to her place to change from sports bra and shorts to something more....covered lol

Damn, I looked good. Even in my sleep shorts.

Guess she didn’t change lol