Sam looked over at Abby as she smiled at Eli. He didn’t know how he felt about the wolf claiming that Abby was his mate. Abby was his, even if she didn’t know it yet. He didn’t mind waiting for her while she figured it out. After all, he had forever and what was a few years to a demon.
Wrapping his arm tighter around her waist and leaned in closer to her, his nose skimming against the skin of her neck. “He seems,” Sam paused thinking of the right word, to not offend Abby. “Interesting.” He whispered in her ear with a smirk as she shivered.
Abby turned to him with a bright smile and leaned her forehead against his, “I’m glad to hear you say that.” She turned away from him and grabbed her beer, taking a long swig from her beer bottle. “I want you guys to be friends.”
Sam fought do
