Asher’s POV.
“How is she?” It took me lot to ask that question, but guessing be the utter judgment on Ivy’s face, it seemed like it was a question I shouldn’t have asked.
“Your concern for this mutt is… concerning,” Ivy folded her arms and frowned deeply. “Why do I have to be the one babysitting her?”
“Because I need someone to keep a close eye on her. She’s literally the foundation of our plan and our plan won’t be successful if she’s killed by vindictive Lycans,” I explained.
Half lie, half truth and judging by the look on Ivy’s face, it was clear that she knew I wasn’t being completely honest.
“I think you have a soft spot for her,” Carlos singsongs from the red beanbag he’s lounging in. I shoot him a dark look, but that has never been enough to shut the i***t up before and I doubt
