Page 53 of Dead Wolf Falling (Bad Moon Academy 2)

“I’m not mad,” I snap then cringe. “Fuck. Fine, I’m pissed. You fucking left me.”

“It’s not like I had a choice, Draco. Those things were attacking Alice. What did you expect me to do? Standby and do nothing as she was killed?”

“No, dammit.”

He scoffs. “So what then? I’m sorry. I came back to you as soon as I figured out how to use my reaper form.”

Grinding my teeth together, I nod. I know this. We’ve talked about what happened when he first showed up in ethereal form, but now he’s here. Fuck. I’m such a fucking pussy. My hands shift and I slam the claws into the cot, grunting when they get caught in the springs. With a snarl, I try to rip them out, but one is lodged in tight enough that I snap it. I hiss and press the now free palm against the bed, trying to work the claw out.

“Draco, stop.” He approaches me like I’m the scary one. “You’re going to make it worse. Let me help.”

I shake my head, continuing to try and get it out on my own. The tip of my claw breaks as it pulls free. With a gasp, I shift it back to a hand and shove the finger into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it to help it heal the broken nail.

“Shit. Seriously, Draco, what the fuck?” He grabs my shoulders and shakes me. “Don’t be psycho. That’s my job.”

Dropping my hand to my side, I release a dark laugh and roll my eyes. “It was an accident.”

He shakes me again, a little harder, then butts his forehead against mine. “Good, because I plan to hold onto the title psycho a bit longer if you don’t mind. I like making Carter squirm too much.”

I nod and clap my hand on the back of his neck. We stay like that for a minute before I shove him away.

“You’re lucky I like you,” I tell him, standing from the bed and adjusting my shirt. “Otherwise I’d have to kill you.”

He cackles. “There he is. I like this version of Draco better than mopey Draco.”

Flipping him off, I start toward the door. “Love you too, asshole.”

With a snicker, he shouts, “Love you, bro!”

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