Page 33 of Snows Sinful Seven

I bite my lip, trying not to smile. He’s so cute.

Henry sighs, shaking his head. “You’ll get used to it,” he says as if I’m sticking around long enough to see for myself. The idea doesn’t sound so bad.

“That is Sullivan. He’s allergic to life, so if you hear sneezing, it’s him.”

The brown one waves, giving me a friendly smile.

“This big fucker is Dallas, leader of the pack and the oldest one too.”

I look over to find the dark grey one smiling in amusement as if he’s used to Henry’s way. “Hello, Snow,” Dallas greets.

“Hi,” I reply timidly, my cheeks warming.

I look away and over to the snow-white lycan, the only one whose name I don’t know. “And your name is?”

He licks his lips and clears his throat. “Brady,” he states softly, and I can see a hint of pink under his white fur as I smile widely at him.

“Lovely to meet you, Brady.” The pink grows more red. He’s too damn adorable.

“How are you not running right now? You're taking this so... well.” Gabe’s words pull me away.

“Why would I run? Frankly, I’m kind of offended that you would just assume I’d treat you like a bunch of monsters and run for my life.” I roll my eyes.

“Why wouldn't you?” He frowns. “We are monsters.”

“Okay. You have a point. But I have no reason to run. Do I? Are you going to hurt me?”

“Well... no.”

“Are you going to yell and scream at me?”

“Of course not,” he growls deeper.

“Then again, tell me why I should be running for the hills.” I cross my arms again. I’m not normally this sassy, but something about him gets to me. He doesn’t have to be so rude, so grumpy.

“Oh, having her around here is going to be so much fun.” Henry laughs.

“Henry,” Dallas says in a warning tone when I look over at him, perplexed.

“What do you mean? I’m not staying.”

“Why not?” Gabe asks quickly.

“Guys. How about we ask Snow how she got here and what’s going on before we get in over our heads,” Dallas intervenes. He looks over at me with a kind smile. “How about I grab you your clean dresses, and you can change? I’ll make some tea, and we can talk in the living room.”

“I’d love to talk and have some tea, but do I have to change?”

Dallas’ eyes widen slightly. “Ah... well, no, not if you don’t want to.”

“Good. I like this shirt. It’s warm and smells nice.” Then I realize maybe whoever owns the shirt doesn’t want me wearing it. “That is if it’s okay. I don’t want to overstep.”

“Keep it,” Gabe grunts, not meeting my eyes. “I never wear it.”

So it’s his. I should be bothered by that, but I’m not.

Oh well. Mine now.

“Come on, boys,” Dallas urges. “Get your asses out of my room. Now.”

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