I HAD HALF AN HOUR to fix this simmering whatever-it-was between me and Luke. But instead of meeting his gaze, I drew Ruth aside. “I need someone to mind my tokens.” As I spoke, I unclasped Easton’s b****y pelt and pressed it into her arms, magnets on top of fur. “Someone trustworthy. Strong. Capable.”
Rather than answering, Ruth grabbed my elbow and dragged me away from pesky shifter ears. “You’re being an i***t,” she said as soon as it was safe to speak plainly. “Victor won’t let this go. You’ll be a sitting duck out there.”
So she was siding with her brother. Predictable. I cut her off the same way she’d cut me off once upon a time. “I’ll manage.”
Although Ruth snorted, she didn’t interrupt as I continued. “Listen, I need you to do me another favor in addition to holding my tokens. G
