The Break of Promise by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2022-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

“Knock knock,” Trey called, and Freya’s heart jumped right into her throat.

She did a quick check in the mirror, and then froze. This was stupid, primping for a dead-end man.

She messed up her hair out of stubbornness and made her way to the door, grabbed her purse and then settled it across her shoulder as she pulled the door open.

Trey stood there with a sports duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. He wore gray baseball pants and his Leadville Ballers jersey, and a backwards navy-blue baseball cap. Under the brim, his eyes were lightened, and his smile faded and returned bigger as he took her in.

She and Naomi had gone into town and gotten matching manicures with navy blue glitter on their nails to match their homemade T-shirts. And she was wearing sparkly navy stripes of makeup under her eyes, across her cheeks.

She felt a little silly all of a sudden, but he backed up a few steps and said, “Well, come out here and do a spin. Let me look at you.”

She jogged down the few stairs and did a slow spin, pausing so he could read the back of her shirt.

“Super-fan, huh?” Trey chuckled. “This is freakin’ awesome.”

“Really?”

“Did you get your nails done?” he asked.

Good man for noticing. “Naomi spent a girls’ day with me.”

“Good.” His eyes filled with an intensity she didn’t understand as he dragged them down her body to her cutoff shorts and leather sandals, and back up to her thigh. “I don’t remember that tattoo,” he murmured.

She stuck her right leg out so he could see the text written across her skin better.

“This too shall pass,” he murmured.

“I got it after the first year.”

“As a wolf?”

She nodded.

Trey dropped the duffel bag on the ground next to him and held out his hand. “Look, I’ve been thinking about that time with you, and I can’t…” He winced and shook his head. “I think my wolf is messing with me or something. It’s fuzzy, you know? I want to know why. Why would I have done that to you? I never wanted to be a Maker. It was never an urge, never a goal. I never wanted to give anyone a wolf. Fuck, I can barely manage mine. Why would I do that?”

“Let’s just have a good night, okay? It’s been a good day. I want to just have good memories of this place.” She strode past him, but he slid his hand around her forearm and stopped her gently.

“Did I do it when we were fucking?”

God. He really didn’t remember. He really didn’t. “No. Your wolf came back for me later, when I was leaving the hotel. I woke up and you were gone, and I felt like a stupid girl. I’d never felt used like that, you know? I didn’t do nights like that with men. It was right at dawn, and I put my clothes on. I was just hating myself, and I went outside and there you were.” She held up her left arm and showed him the scars there, silvered with age.

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