The walk to the packhouse was awkward to say the least. Axel was snickering the whole way and I could tell they were mindlinking. I expected more mature behavior from the Alpha and Beta heirs. Better manners.
“So, Quinn,” Axel falls back to walk beside me, “Do you like dancing?”
“No,” I responded in a dead tone.
“Not at all? Well, how do you feel about spiked fruit punch?” His smile stretches wider on his face and Rick throws his head back to look at the sky, shaking his head like he is exasperated.
“Hate it,” I mumbled, resisting the impulse to ask him how he would like to taste my knuckles.
“That’s too bad,” he rests his arm around my shoulder, “I was hoping to ask you to the prom. It’s coming up in a few weeks.”
“I’m busy,” I bristle from his touch, shrugging his arm off me.
