Exhale (Flesh and Bone, #1)

by Joel Abernathy

he’d simply grunted and opened up his smartphone to do whatever the fuck werewolves did online. Probably stalking vampires on Tinder,

Nicolae stayed silent, working on his phone for the entire ride, and something told me he wasn’t trying to upgrade his farm.

“So they’re douches who feed off everyone else’s hard work. Got it.” She laughed. “Not exactly, but I do love the cynicism.

I didn’t want to believe that Nicolae’s words were part of it, but deep down, I knew they were. They haunted my dreams and stung more than Francesca’s jabs ever had. Maybe it was because Nicolae so easily articulated everything she’d always wanted to say and hadn’t had the courage to. Or perhaps, everything she’d always pitied me too much to say.

Oh my gosh thats so sad

Why Nicolae had decided to take me out was another matter. Something told me it wasn’t because he was just in the mood for a chat. I was pretty sure I fell somewhere between a fake plant and a wall when it came to people he would want to talk with.

Lol

I watched him pouring himself a drink from across the room. Because evidently, werewolves and functional alcoholism went together like peanut butter and jelly.

I was pretty sure Nicolae Ursache had never asked for a damn thing in his life. He probably came out of the womb, cut his own umbilical cord and said, “Milk, bitch.”

“My point is, all adolescents try to kill their parents at some point. If it’s not a literal attempt on your life, it’s going for the emotional kill, saying things they don’t mean in order to push you away and give them the room they need to spread their wings. The good news is, you’re not dealing with this alone.”