Page 369 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

“And giving the metaphorical finger to a bossy brother had nothing to do with it?”

Tabitha blushed. Caught.

“That’s just icing on the cake.”

“I can hear you, you know.”

Of course they knew. Jarrad threw Tabitha a grin and she let out a guffaw. He could grow to love that sound.

“Luna?” he asked.

“Luna,” she confirmed. “Then we’ll follow you home.”

Home. Anticipation thrummed through him, along with the sense ofrightnesswhen they touched. With her and their pup in it, the pack house really would be home.

“Come on, then.”

He had her brother to placate, a seduction to plan, and an Inquisition to avert.

What could possibly go wrong?

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