Nadia
It wasn’t until I left to spar with Vincent the next evening – wearing a long-sleeved shirt to cover the leftover bruises from Freda’s attack – that I realised my mistake. The Valentine’s Day party that Anna had convinced me to attend would overlap with my nightly combat sessions with Vincent. And there was almost no way he wouldn’t guess the reason that I wanted to skip our training on the night of February 14th; he wasn’t stupid. Well…not that stupid.
Maybe I could still come up with something. Any excuse that could save me from what felt like the ultimate awkward scenario: telling the man who couldn’t even look me in the eyes and call me his mate that I wanted to skip our wolf-awakening work on the peak night of werewolf heat season to find somebody who’d actually sleep with
