Page 71 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
Her eyes float around the room again. I sip my coffee and follow her gaze. “I don’t see any ghosts.”
“Ghosts?” she asks with an edge of panic, glancing all over like she’s waiting for one to jump out.
Okay, so my guess was wrong. She’s not a medium, but something is bothering her enough to make her so cautious. Bea finally turns around and picks up her orange juice, gulping it down.
“Bea, is everything okay?” I set my coffee down and pin her with a look, willing her to tell me about whatever is bothering her. She doesn’t though. Bea merely flicks her eyes to me. “Bea?”
“I have to go.” Bea grabs her tray and cup and rushes away.
Well, that little wolf is odd.
Something isn’t right,I say to Joan as I take another bite. I stare after Bea long after she’s disappeared from sight until Draco plops down in the seat across from me. He grins when I narrow my eyes at him and chew the oversized bite I just took.
No one comes between me and food.
Finally, you’re getting it. Food before dudes.
I snort, making Draco lift his brow.I can get behind this sentiment. It’s much better than the peen must be seen concept you had yesterday.
I stand by both of my statements,Joan says.We both know food is top priority though.
Swallowing the food, I take a big swig of the mediocre bean brew, hoping it’ll speak to my soul and wake me up. Last night was uneventful after he breezed out of the ballroom and left me confused and wanting. I had no phantom visitors either, which is fine by me because it meant I was able to sleep without being haunted by the ghosts of the past.
Well, at least not the ghosts of Bad Moon Academy.
“What’s the wolf saying now?” Draco asks with a devious grin. “Does she like me?”
He’s all right, for a zeta.
His hair is always perfect no matter the time of day. He must spend a lot of time getting the longer bits to swoop toward his eye. I’m not complaining, but it makes my freshly brushed hair seem inadequate. I don’t do curling irons, and I’m not a big fan of fancy braids, and it has nothing to do with the fact that I don’t actually know how to do one. I’m wearing a dark blue shirt, jeans, and my Converse. Draco’s wearing his leather jacket, an expensive looking button-up underneath that, and black jeans.
All right may be an understatement,I tell Joan.
“She thinks you’re okay… for a zeta,” I say, watching as his smile falls.
“So she’s playing hard to get. That’s okay. I know how to win her over.” He picks up the small plate of bacon he brought over and sets it in front of me. His leather bracelet is wrapped tight around his wrist. I wonder if he ever takes it off.
Sneaky bastard,Joan says.
I eye the offering, then glance at him. “She approves.”
“I thought she might.” The corners of his mouth lift.
“Where is he?” An angry voice booms through the room.
My eyes shoot over his head and land on a hulking guy whose chest is puffed up and face bright red. He scowls and scans the room, passing over our table before doing a double take.
“Draco!” The bald man storms toward us.
Oh, this is going to be good. Drama come to mama. I pick up my coffee and sip, volleying my attention between the two shifters.
Draco sighs dramatically. “I thought the restraints would hold longer.”
I choke on my coffee. “What?” I splutter as the bean brew tries to kill me.
“Nothing,” he says to me with a wink. He spins around to sit backward in his seat and places his hands on the back of the chair. “Hello, Howard.”
“I should kill you,” the man snarls the words out and spittle flies from his mouth.
