Page 10 of Fallout

“Anything,” I admit. “I don’t know anything about supernaturals. Just what you’ve told me.”

He sighs heavily like he’s dealing with an ornery child. “Well, there are a lot of supernaturals. Which do you want to know about?”

I almost say elementals, but then I remember that Will’s a hybrid elemental. It’s a bit of a sore subject for him, so instead I say, “Fae.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Really? Fae?”

Of course he would find the subject of fae offensive. I don’t think there is a lot that doesn’t offend him. I wave my hands out in front of me. “You asked, so I just picked randomly. If you’re going to be annoying about it, why don’t you choose.”

He sighs. “Fae are tricky supernaturals. They technically can’t tell a lie, but you can’t trust anything they say. They’re good at wording things in a way that skirts around the truth.”

“Really?” I frown, glad that I’m not a fae.

“They’re also short.” He runs his free hand through his hair. “Shorter than you, actually.”

I roll my eyes at that. “I’m not short.”

He grins but doesn’t comment about my height anymore. “Their eyes also change colors depending on their emotions—”

“Like a mood ring?” My eyes widen. “That’s so cool!”

Will huffs. “Fae are pretty lame, as far as supernaturals go.”

“What about wolf shifters? Where do they stand on the supernatural hierarchy scale?” I ask.

“Dragon shifters are the most powerful, everybody knows that. But wolf shifters aren’t far behind them in strength.” Will sits up straighter like he’s proud to be a wolf shifter.

I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m probably the lamest species.”

“You’re joking, right?” Will glances from to road to me. “You can fly, which is one of the coolest things ever. But even without that, you’re practically immortal.”

“You don’t know that,” I scoff.

“True.” He rubs a hand on the back of his head. “You probably aren’t immortal—no supernatural is.”

“Not even vampires?” I lift an eyebrow.

“Nah,” he answers. “Not even them. But it doesn’t take much to kill a vampire—a silver stake to the heart, beheading, or fire. You, on the other hand, I’m not convinced anything could kill you.”

The thought doesn’t sit well with me.

“What about wolf shifters?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip. “I know you can die, like any supernatural creature, but how long do you live if nothing bad happens?”

Will shrugs. “Same as any other supernatural. Longer than humans, but we all eventually die of old age.”

I hesitantly nod, my heart feeling heavy in my chest. I don’t want to outlive Parker and all our friends. Though, it’s much too soon to start worrying about that.

When Will pulls off the side of the road, I hesitantly look up and see where we are.

“The park?” I ask.

He nods. “It’s not overly crowded, but there should be a few people jogging. It’s the perfect place. There is no way you’ll get overwhelmed here.”

He’s right—there aren’t many people out. A couple of moms pushing strollers are walking on the jogging trail, and another guy is out on a run with his dog. I start to get out, but before I get my door halfway open, Will is there, opening it the rest of the way.

“Always wait for me to open the door for you,” he instructs.

“Why?” I raise an eyebrow at him.