“So, how’s Mister Tall, Dark, and Broody?” Molly asked before she popped a strawberry into her mouth.
It was Friday, and they were in the dining hall eating breakfast before they left for school. Although their table was otherwise empty, the cafeteria-style room was packed, and the racket produced by so many werewolves was near-deafening.
Ava put down her phone and smiled the kind of smile that betrayed how head over heels in-like she was. “He’s good,” she replied. “He’s finishing up now, so he’ll be back in time for dinner.”
Two weeks after their dinner date at his apartment, Marcus had been given an assignment in Philadelphia, and he’d been gone for over a week. Ava had half-expected little or no contact from him while he was away, but she’d been pleasantly surprised by his morning
