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Sometimes being at St. Ailbe’s Academy—a secret boarding school for werewolves—felt like one long sleepover. It was nice, especially since I hadn’t had a sleepover in…ever.
Is it too much to ask that someone comes and whisks me away to a supernatural boarding school? It's all I want in life.
Dastien pulled the covers down a little. His smile was big, showing his dimples. “Je t’aime, chérie.”
“Je suis désolé, mon amour.
the French is doing something for me big time
“I’ll go back and talk to the coven. Make a trade, myself for Meredith, and she’ll fix it. I—” “Non.” “Oui,” I said in my best French accent. “Non, chérie! Non.” He started rattling off in French.
“And you brought him with you?” I didn’t like how he said that. Dastien stood a few feet behind me and a little to the left. His arms were loose at his sides, knees slightly bent. It was a protective posture.
Everytime i try to picture this i cant stop laughing
Dastien started to growl and I elbowed him. I instantly regretted it. It was like hitting granite. I rubbed my elbow, trying to gain feeling back in it.
“Meredith Molloney is the true mate of Donovan Murry. One of the Seven. Killing her will win you no friends.
The white wolf from my vision sat in front of me. Meredith. She looked up to the sky and howled.
Hell, I was more than fine. I was a fucking wolf.
“Je t’aime, chérie,” he said before kissing me deeply.
“You’re everything to me.”
“We’re mates. Two halves. They can’t separate us. I won’t let them.”
He was everything I wanted. “You sure you want me forever?” I asked. I opened myself to the bond so I could feel what he was feeling. “Absolutely.” No hesitation or question.
This was good. This was the way friends were supposed to be. The way love was supposed to be. Happy.
