Preston whistles. “Deborah. The Wolves’ spy.” “It’s Dahlia, and I’m not a spy.” “Looked like it when you were rubbing yourself all over their captain a few hours ago.” I bite my lower lip. “I did that to make Kane jealous. There was no spying whatsoever.” “I vote a spy.” Preston raises his hand. “A la guillotine.” Kane knocks his hand down. “Behave yourself, asshole.” “Pfft, you just don’t want guillotine action. Jude, let’s all boo him again.”
