“So…” I start, watching Eliza bring the spoon to her mouth again. She looks up, though her gaze still lingers protectively over her ice cream. Mine remained in front of me, untouched for the time being. After hearing Eliza’s words in the car, my head hadn’t stopped spinning. Allison had almost veered off the road, though she had patiently waited for me to clear the matter up. I had no such desire to do so.
“Eliza…”
Allison bites into her ice cream, then cringes. Wolves have sensitive teeth, so she must have been really distracted in order to do that. My bad for that.
“Since when…”
Allison places her cone down. Her glare sets on me for a moment before she turns to Eliza. “What this broken text to speech bot is trying to ask is since when you have known she is a werewolf?”
