Page 147 of Moon Claimed
He choked. “Take my jacket.”
“It’s not funny.” I scowled up at him, “I’m just supposed to wear your jacket? And how did my suit break?”
He grinned. “You’re very creative.”
I pushed him. “It’s not funny!”
Sascha tugged me around his desk and drew a stapler out of the top drawer.
“You’re fucking kidding me.”
His honey eyes danced with mischief. “It’s a solution.”
Laughter trembled on my lips. “You’re such a... Do it.”
I propped my bare foot up on his thigh, and he stilled, staring at my torn suit—or, more likely, what the tear revealed.
“What did I do to deserve this torture?” he asked the room.
Clearing my throat, I focused everywhere but him as he held the ends of my suit together.
Click. Click. Click.
I gave up and started to laugh. Sascha’s rich chuckle was quick to follow, and by the time he’d finished, I was wiping tears from my eyes.
I walked experimentally. “Okay. Not totally comfortable, but that will hold for a bit.”
“Do you want to take the stapler with you?” His shoulders shook.
Biting my lip, I snatched the stapler. “Actually, yes.”
Swiping up my soaking pack, I marched out of his office, heart skipping a beat as his deep laughter echoed down the hallway after me.
23
“Got everything?” Wade asked.
Change of clothes, food, water—and a toothbrush after Sascha’s critter comment the other day. “Pretty sure.”
We hiked through the thickening forest to our sentry point. We’d selected the farthest position with only one camera to avoid.
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes.”
You shouldn’t be.My wolf sniffed.
Well, I was. Mostly that we’d hurt someone—and that I’d wake with rat organs in my teeth.
The sun was quickly sinking, and I clenched my teeth against the wild urges cloying my thoughts. They wanted me to shift, to run, and tohunt.
“You’re looking pretty wolfy, Andie.” Wade glanced at me.
Reaching up, I felt the tips of my fangs peeking out from beneath my upper lip. “Oops.”
“They’re cute. Is that the biggest they get?”
We werebothinsulted this time. “No,” I spat. “They’re massive.”