Page 97 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
Draco chuckles darkly, and I shiver in response. He’s crazy.
“Maybe not entirely,” Carter says thoughtfully, coming to sit on the end of the bed. He rubs the bridge of his nose. “Who were your parents? I mean, were they witches?”
“No. Mom was a medium, but she couldn’t hex people, and she wasn’t bad. She was a good person.”
Well, at least right up to the end. Does a bad decision define what type of person you are? Because if it does, she might be bad in some people’s books. Dad’s death broke her. She tried to bring him back a few months after his death, and he didn’t revive with his soul because it had been too long. She brought back a corpse, and when she had to send the body back to permanent sleep a few days later, it shattered what little of her sanity that remained. Mom wasn’t evil, though, she had a good heart.
“Your last name’s Black? What was your mother’s maiden name?”
“Wellington.”
“I’ve never heard of Wellington witches, but I can do some research to see what I find. The library has the entire witch genealogy.” Carter considers me, and I half expect him to ask me for the rest of the story, but he doesn’t.
None of them press me for the details even though I suspect they all know I didn’t tell them the full truth. The way they all exchange looks is suspicious.
“I’m really tired,” I say when the silence grows uncomfortable.
“I’ll get started on researching. I’ll check in later.” Carter stands, squeezes my shoulder, and leaves.
Everett jerks his head toward the door. “Come on, Draco, let’s go.”
“I don’t believe I was asked to leave.” He brushes his dark hair away from his eyes and leans back, placing his hands behind his head.
“She’s tired, man, let her rest,” Everett says, taking a step closer. He’s two seconds away from yanking Draco from the bed, so I hold a hand up to stop him.
“It’s okay, Everett. He can stay for a little while.”
We didn’t finish our conversation earlier.
“Are you sure?” The skin around his eyes pinches. “He’s a pain in the ass.”
“He’s right here,” Draco says with a sigh.
“I’m sure.” I smile. “I’ll deal with him if he gets out of hand.”
How I’ll handle him is yet to be determined, but I’ve got good aim. I can get in at least one junk punch if I have to.
Chapter 20
Raven
Everett leaves and I sit for a minute, trying to think of what I want to ask first. Draco waits patiently. He’s infuriatingly calm with his relaxed position and aloof smile. Pieces of his hair shield some of his eyes.
I brush the strands back, and he catches my arm with his hand. He places a kiss on the inside of my wrist and nips the skin.
“Hey,” I say, shoving his shoulder.
His fingers leave my skin.
I don’t miss the contact.
Not one bit.
Okay, maybe a little.
“Why was I taken to a hospital after you bit me?” I ask.
“I didn’t want to take you, just so we’re clear. I don’t approve of their quarantines.”
