Reclaimed (Shadow Beast Shifters, #2)

by Jaymin Eve

“Where is Midnight from?” His brow furrowed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Of course you’ve already named it.” I smiled sweetly. “Don’t pretend you’re surprised by that.”

“It’s dick measuring time,” I said, somewhat amused. My eyes met Shadow’s. “You gonna whip yours out too? You might be the underdog here, but I’d still put some money on you.” His lips twitched. “Anyone ever tell you your smartass mouth is going to get you killed?”

“I’m not a dude, little wolf.” Holding both hands out, I shrugged, the backpack moving with me. “Everything is a dude in my world, just with minor tone changes. You’re a dude, Angel’s a dude, Simone is a dude. When I stub my toe it’s a fucking hell, dude. All dudes.” At this point, I’d used the word so much, it now sounded weird. “I-I don’t…” Angel was at a loss for words, while Shadow just shook his head.

“You’re a reader,” Shadow bit out. “It’s one of your few redeeming features. So how about you use more than six words when having a conversation.”

“Aw, come on. That’s a little harsh. I have a few more redeeming features. I mean, I’m an excellent dancer and my singing voice has been described as operatic.” “You’re a horrendous singer,” he told me, deadpan. I opened my mouth, but Angel got there first. “He’s right. It literally hurts my ears when you hum a tune.”

“Yeah, late-night ambushes are the worst, amiright?” Deadpan stare. What? “I use lame sarcasm to get through scary situations. You’re aware of this, so don’t act so annoyed.” Shadow just shook his head. “Being aware of something doesn’t make it less annoying.”

Not cool at all. As I’d told Shadow many a time, if you wanted to capture me, you had to buy me dinner first. It was only polite.

Shoving the stone didn’t help, kicking the stone didn’t help, screaming and calling it a dumb fucking fuck didn’t help,