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“It’s pointless to think—”
“Say our fathers are dead, that our packs aren’t preoccupied with hunting us, then what? Would you still be willing to marry that Talon guy?”
“‘That Talon guy is my fiancé.”
“Yes, yes.” He jerked to his feet, but there wasn’t enough room to pace in the cramped space, so he just stood there. She wouldn’t even give him a chance in her daydreams. She wouldn’t even give him a second thought. Honestly, why would she? He had been willing to kill her at one point in time.
“You don’t have to stay here. You can go and…”
“You said so yourself. Leave, and we’re as good as dead. You hate me that much you want me killed?”
“Of course not,” she protested. She stood and wrapped her arms around him.
He did not return her embrace. “Your fiancé will not appreciate your touching me.”
Her eyes darkened. “I do what I want.”
“What do you want?” he asked, his voice husky.
She lifted onto her toes, her lips nearing his, and he could swear he saw a fire burning in her eyes, but then she pulled back. “I can’t think about that.”
“Coward.”
“I am not a coward! I… I just have to focus on living. That’s all either of us can do.”
“Yes, yes,” he muttered.
“Hello? Are you two ready?” Tia called.
“Yippee,” Anders muttered.
“Try to curb your tongue during dinner,” Misti pleaded.
“I’d rather curl my tongue around yours.”
The fire in her eyes sputtered and died. “No more,” she whispered. Without a look behind, she entered the hallway. “We’re ready.”
Dinner was basically a feast. So many Wild Shades came up to talk to Misti and Talon, to congratulate them, and Anders scowled at every one of them. It did not escape his notice that Talon hardly spoke to Misti, but the werewolf still touched her hand or her shoulder or even her leg. Anders wanted to jab his fork into the man’s neck. Normally, he could easily curb his violent wolf tendency, but he did not want to, not right now. Being on edge made him feel alive, burning with rage.
If he couldn’t burn with lust, he’d have to settle for a baser emotion.
And if Talon should do anything to betrayal her…
Anders smiled as he cracked his lobster. I’ll kill him.
9
The dinner was magnificent with so many choices—crab, lobster, catfish, lamb, steak, veal, pasta, rice, rolls, vegetables of every color. The hint of heavy spices hung in the air.
Misti found herself focusing more on her food than on her fiancé. He sat on one side of her, Anders the other, and the animosity between the two only seemed to grow with every passing second. Whenever Anders looked her way, Talon would touch her. He hardly spoke with her, though. Many of his pack came over to talk to them both, and Talon would address them, but to her, he was silent. Regretting agreeing to marry me already? Preoccupied with thoughts of war and conquest?
Anders wasn’t talking to her either, and she found silence a good enough companion. When she had more than enough to eat, she turned to Talon. “I’m a little tired.”
“Oh. Of course. I had just hoped…” Her fiancé glanced away.
Fine, she’d bite. “For what?”
“A chance to talk to you. Alone.”
