Robert tilted his head. “We’re more like… two-thirds naked. Technically.”
“Robert,” I growled.
“What? It’s a fraction!”
“I’m going to fraction your nose if you don’t shut it.”
Pauline peeked out from between her fingers, eyes a little dazed.
“No seriously,” she whispered, like she was afraid to say it too loud. “I still think I’m dreaming.”
Robert and I froze.
She sat up a bit, sheet pulled to her chest like some Victorian heroine mid-fainting spell. Her eyes flicked between us—first to me, then to Robert—then back again.
“Like… what even is this?” she mumbled. “You’re both here. You’re both naked. You’re both… ridiculously hot, and wolves, apparently, and also my mates?”
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “That last part is the important one.”
She shook her head slowly. “Nope. Still convin
