Page 71 of Wolf Roulette

“Make it a strawberry mojito.”

I laughed. “Deal.”

“Good. I’ll be there. Now, go get your growly man, wolf girl!”

She hung up, and I took a moment to process the whirlwind that was Basilia Le Spyre. Only a fool would take her eccentricity to mean she was stupid. It covered a sharp intellect.

Maybe Ishouldgo get my growly man.

I checked the time.

The Denswould be in full swing.

The last council report lay sealed on my desk and had comprised my Saturday night plans.

I glanced at my outfit. I’d partnered a square-neck black bandeau with tartan slacks. A black blazer toned the ensemble down to something bordering professional.

“Fuck it.” I had to see Sascha now, especially with this new potential development.

Grabbing my car keys, I briefly stopped at my second-floor room to ditch the blazer and switch my white sneakers for red heels.

Jumping in Ella F, I selected an appropriate pump-up song. “Good as Hell” by Lizzo playing, I gunned the engine and drove toward town.

Ugh,Saturdays were hell for out-of-town traffic. I parked out near the petrol station and trekked toward the casino.

He was inside. I could feel him.

He’d feel me coming too.

Sascha was gonna listen to me tonight. Or else.

Striding to the front of the queue, I squared my shoulders.

Hairy turned towards me and his smile dropped. I waited as he finished stamping the hands of an elderly couple.

“Hairy, I need in.”

The beta lowered his gaze, “Can’t do that.”

My eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Sascha’s orders.”

My gut lurched.Really?He didn’t want to see me that much?

Ouch.

Hairy flushed, and I grabbed his arm. “He’s not returning my calls and texts. We have things to get done. I have to speak to him.”

The beta pressed his lips together. I could smell his uncertainty.

“Sorry, Andie. I can’t help you. It’s not my decision to make.”

Patrons called out behind me.

I rubbed my forehead. “Look, could you at least tell him to unblock my number if he doesn’t want to meet outside of Victratum duties? This is serious.”

Hairy frowned. “He really blocked your number? That doesn’t seem like Sascha.”

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