Villain and the Geek 2 (The Wolf's Mate, #7)

by L.C. Davis

I stab the needle through the fabric stretched across the wooden frame in my hands, envisioning it sticking in Constantine's face.

Maybe it's time to finally face the fact that the issue isn't whatever world I happen to be inhabiting at the moment. The issue is me. I'm just not the kind of person anyone—especially Constantine—is going to fall head over heels in love with. Or apparently even respect enough to stick around the morning after.

It also kind of puts a damper on things

Sure, I've been overlooked, bullied, and rejected all my life, but this cuts deeper than anything that's come before. Because for the first time, I dared to hope. I dared to let myself believe that I might finally find love and belonging.

This is my fucking dream, and I'm not going to deal with his bullshit when he doesn't even have the decency to talk to me in real life, face to face. Not when I'm the one he's left to take the brunt of the questions and pitying stares from the other members of the household. Fuck him. Even if he is fluffy.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, that's low," I mutter, folding my arms. "Are you seriously trying to look cuter so I'll be less pissed?"

As if sensing my hesitation, Constantine lowers himself to a bow before me. Command me, and I will obey, he murmurs. Whatever it takes to regain your trust, I will do it.

"Good boy," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "One day, you’ll be full of far more than just my seed."

"That a hero will sacrifice you for the world, but a villain will sacrifice the world for you." I laugh a little. "It’s cheesy, but I've always liked that."