“Fine,” I say, yawning into my wine. “Just for you, Daphne. I’ll bite the bullet and make out with Luca Grant someday and tell you all about it.”
She laughs with me, but…well, my wolf turns in an eager circle in my soul, desperately hoping that I do.
“Thank you, what a martyr you are,” she says, sarcastic, but then she sighs and glances at the clock. “I think it’s time to get you back, though.”
My jaw drops open as I look up at her clock too. “That’s impossible,” I murmur, shaking my head.
“Deeply unfair,” she agrees, putting her wine down and reaching for mine, which I hand to her. “Will you help me make some deliveries on the way up?” she asks, gesturing towards some boxes by the door. I murmur that of course I will – I’m a gentleman cadet, after all – and she laughs as we both fil
