Scorch (The Ardelean Bloodline Book 4) by Sarah Jaeger

Author:Sarah Jaeger [Jaeger, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bearly Contained Romance
Published: 2024-03-11T00:00:00+00:00

Princeton sucks, and I hate him. You would think after spending four days in the kennels in wolf form, he’d at least have the common sense to act humbled. Alas, the minute he’s done scarfing down two bowls of the delicious golden rice and vegetables, he opens his mouth and words come out. They don’t stop.

Princeton’s voice reverberates through my brain. He spews lies mixed with facts, like having ‘gone’ to Princeton. How he ‘dated’ a senator’s daughter.

I don’t know how long it’s been. All I know is that it’s been too long.

How does one person talk this much? Is there a daily limit on words that people are allowed to speak?

Princeton crossed it for sure.

I look up at the clock, hoping to gauge how long I’ve been tortured . . .

It’s only been ten minutes?

A knock comes to the back door, and Ansel actually gets up from the table. Ansel hasn’t let anyone in the entire time I’ve been here. Pretty sure the reason isn’t the new security system.

“Hey, Zero. Come on in, bud.” Ansel’s voice is uncharacteristically loud. “Princeton’s leaving, so you and I can get a chat in.”

I stand up from the table and take my bowl and fork to the sink. Ansel turns to Princeton, and I watch out of the corner of my eye.

“You should go get cleaned up. Maybe stretch out and unwind a bit. We’re back on a jobsite tomorrow,” Ansel instructs Princeton.

“Well, if you two are talking . . .” Princeton eye fucks me, and I fight the urge to gag. He continues his sentence. “Maybe . . . Morrigan and I can hang. Get to . . . know each other . . . better.”

This time I do gag, and I cover it behind a cough.

“Oh, well.” I’m quick to reach for an excuse.

Ansel rudely lets me speak.

If I was human, I would being fake sick, say I’m feeling unwell and want to go lie down. But being a wolf means there’s no excuse. We don’t get physically ill.

With a shrug, my brain finally finds something that’s almost logical. “I’m gonna do an oil treatment for my hair. It’s still not in great shape, and with how cold it is today, I’d planned to spend the day in the bathroom, making it my own personal spa. You know, being girly.”

Princeton, of course, has an objection. “Shouldn’t you do that Saturday, so it has a full day to rest before you pull it up for work?”

“Princeton. Boundaries.” Zero rises to my defense. “She said no.”

“What? You the boss now?” Princeton snaps at him.

Ansel steps toward him. “No. I am. Go out the sliding glass door and go to your place. I’m not asking. I’ll use the command if I have to.”

With a massive, immature sigh, the alleged Princeton graduate turns and walks out the sliding glass door.

“Thanks, Zero.” I give him a big smile.

He nods, not answering me.

Without any questions, Ansel lets me raid his kitchen for ingredients. Sugar, salt, honey, olive oil; it’s a whole slew of ingredients for a day at the makeshift spa upstairs.

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