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“Well, then I guess you should knock before entering,”
Good for you, Jac/Jacque/Jack/
your loona
please stop this
So, so just … grrrr!”
i am mortified
He was clearly not phased in the least by her agitation.
fazed?
“Oh, by all means, don’t mind us, the non-voodoo freaks. We’ll just hang out while y’all make out mentally,” Jen smarted off, and Sally burst out laughing. “That’s a good one, Jen,” Sally said as they bumped fists.
not an actual joke, but an outstanding approximation of one.
“Yes, I am looking forward to seeing you again. Is that okay with you, Jacquelyn?”
Please just choose italics or not ffs
He grabbed his phone and wallet, put them in his back pockets, and headed downstairs.
Please spare me none of these pertinent details.
He used his wolf’s superior eyesight to see who was driving.
So who was driving?
Fane had also received an anonymous phone call from a wolf claiming to be the Alpha of the Coldspring pack, stating that Jacque had already been claimed by another wolf and Fane was to leave immediately.
When did this happen?! Why was this not included?!
She was, after all, his fiery miracle.
Oops, I threw up
“Ya know, testing out the product, making sure it’s safe. I would hate to unknowingly poison our Romanian guest, although it would make for a great headline,” Jen answered. “Jen, do you always have to say what you are thinking? Have you ever thought to yourself, ‘Hey, self, maybe I should keep my trap shut? Yeah, good idea, self’? Jacquelyn glared at her best friend.
Could both of you please shut up?
“You’re just cranky because you’ve been thinking about Trent.”
What an absolute dick move, Jen.
“Interesting. She knows something.”
YOU WERE GROWLING, BRO! WHY WOULDN'T SHE LOOK AT YOU?
“Because I like science?” Jen finished for him. “Nope, ’cause I like boys, silly rabbit.”
He's a grown man and you are a high school girl can you PLEASE not be like this holy shit
She was just taking a drink when he sent her the thoughts and she nearly spewed it out of her mouth.
This entire dinner is nauseating
Fane ran his tongue across his bottom lip as his gaze held hers.
Please no.
After everyone finished eating, they cleared the table and picked out a game Fane had never heard of called “What’s Yours Like?”
Oh I don't like the sound of that...
Fane didn’t catch everything, but he got the gist of it. The active player would listen to others describe “what theirs was like.” For example, someone might say, Mine is big, while someone else might say, My wife likes mine. The answer in that example was paycheck. Fane realized right away this was going to be a game in which Jen would enjoy causing Jacquelyn as much embarrassment as possible. He inwardly grinned, looking forward to seeing his mate squirm.
Why are the adults playing this with the children? What is happening?!
“I’ll go first,” Lilly answered. “I have a feeling things are going to get inappropriate very quickly, so I might as well start them out rated G.”
then why are you playing this game with the children
“Mine is silky to the touch,” Jen said with a wink at Fane.
Why has mom not said the answer yet? Does she not know what it is? Is she very stupid?
“Mine is”—well if you gotta go down, do it with a bang—“short.” And with that, everyone lost their composure. It was obvious Jen knew all his choices were pretty poor, and she had been waiting for him to choose to take it and run with it.
I hate this so much I want to die.
It was wonderful, even if they were enjoying making their answers sound like they were talking about certain parts of their anatomy.
YES WE GET IT
What did you expect from teenagers with a game called What’s Yours Like?
Yeah, what DID you expect, Mom and adult neighbors? Why are you playing a dirty party game with your children?
Sally hit her on the arm. “Quit embarrassing her.” Jen shrugged. “It’s what I do.”
Because you're an awful person, Jen.
“Well, I can’t very well hold a gun to your head and make you tell me, although Jen would think that a perfectly acceptable response. But then again, Jen also thinks going to football practice and lying out in her bikini is amusing so, ya know, gotta keep it all in perspective.”
Why are you talking about Jen right now?
Her voice rose right along with her forehead.
Her forehead rose.
She was supposed to be with him where he could take care of her and keep her safe.
You. Are. Both. Children.
Fane leaned in quickly, took a deep breath, then blew gently next to her ear.
?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!!
A foreign werewolf in Coldspring who was interested in Jacque? What the hell did this all mean?
Oh good, Mom's POV now
“Damn you, Dillon Jacobs,” she muttered under her breath, feeling that same old ache she endured anytime she thought of him. It had faded over the years, and, regardless of the pain, she couldn’t regret their relationship. After all, it had given her a beautiful daughter. Now she just hoped it didn’t end up taking the girl away.
Why are you telling me this and not your daughter?
you’re a real gypsy,
NOPE are you kidding me?
‘Cause you know I’m into the whole torture thing, it’s how I roll,” Jen said completely unashamed.
I hate you so much, Jen
Were his lips closed, or were they slightly parted like he might want to wrestle with—”
lips parted like he wants to wrestle.... wrestlers are always slightly parting their lips.
“Well, if he didn’t kiss you then lie to me so I can live vicariously through your pretend love life.” Her blonde friend grumbled.
Period. Capital.
“If she said no, she might not want to go to sleep tonight ’cause I’m going to dye her hair blonde to complement her being a dumb ass,” Jen told them. “Uh, Jen, you’re a blonde,” Jacque pointed out. “No, not really, God just got it wrong, and it was too late to change it once He noticed.”
God hates you as much as I do, Jen.
“Yummy,” Jen said. “Confidence is sooooo smexy.” “You think anything is smexy,” Sally retorted. “Not true. Guys driving those hybrid cars are so not smexy.”
I am actually dying
“Is she serious?” Sally asked Jacque.
A FANTASTIC QUESTION, SALLY
She’d gotten used to dodging things Jen threw. It was an hourly occurrence some days.
Grow up, Jen
How could she when this gorgeous Romanian hunk was claiming she was his … whatever it was he called her.
We're really going with the idea that this 17 year old has never heard the phrase "Luna," amazing...
I mean, he can talk to you telepathically. Why couldn’t he be your soul mate?
The rare good point by Jen. Also, why are we still not concerned that he's talking to her telepathically?
“No, it would only look desperate if you added nipple tassels. That just says, ‘I’m not confident enough to get noticed without fancy trappings.’” The seriousness with which Jen spoke was a testament to just how twisted her little mind was.
What is wrong with you people
“Nope, I just had to become a freak and start having telepathic conversations with a yummy exchange student.”
Please stop using the word "yummy" ugh
Jen saw the marks for the second time. Almost if talking to herself, Jen said, “This is really happening, isn’t it?”
Oh it's finally dawning on you that this is weird?
The three girls laughed until they had tears.
Just had them
He didn’t have to work out to keep his muscular physique. That was just the way all Canis lupus were built.
Supernaturally hot, got it.
Now that he had reassured himself she was safe and sound, Fane pulled back from her thoughts and started up the street.
She's just trying to sleep can you leave her alone for a minute?
His place was with his pack, and hers would be by his side.
Prelude to an abduction.
No hunt, his wolf growled at him. We can’t hunt as we do at home. We need to stay close to Jacquelyn. Fane responded.
The wolf actually talks to him now...
His wolf sent him the image of their mate hiding from them while they searched for her—a game, Fane realized.
And sends spicy memes
