Big Bad Wolfie

"Fine," he responded to my 'don't expect hopeful looks' statement. "But you're gonna do as I say."

"Why?" I questioned.

"You're on thin ice with what you've already pulled." His grip slid down to my throat as he remembered how I screwed things up for him.

My mind went blank for a split second.

When it came back it was in defense mode.

I suddenly didn't care his hand — the hand of the man who's meant to be the love of my life — was gripping my throat.

It's useful having a switch that can do stuff like that.

"Don't wear it any thinner," he brought me closer and held my neck tighter.

But I'm also realizing, even though he just tightened it, his grip's not enough to do any real damage.

He's not trying to hurt me.

The urge to smirk came back.

Softy.

"You are going to walk back in there with me and pretend you didn't know what you were talking about. You were just babbling on a hunch."

I snorted, "Yeah, that may be a little hard, considering I identified what it was he was trading and all that fun stuff. Also, I'm not the type to 'babble on a hunch', and people know that."

"Well, you are now." He looked me in the eye, saying — without even really saying — there's no argument to be had. This is it.

And I decided to throw him the bone and keep my mouth shut. This time.

His stormy eyes calmed down a bit. He's back to iron man with the silver eyes.

I can't decide which are more attractive.

Or maybe my favorites can be the ones that light up with the boyish grin. Or the ones that freeze what they're doing to look at me with sparkles in them.

The thought of any of them makes me melt.

And it's freaking terrifying, but it's okay, they're still REALLY pretty, and they're all attached to his really pretty face.

"Next, you do not speak unless you are spoken to. And when you do, keep it short."

He took my silence and bored look as

"Don't step out of line."

my limits like a toddler, but I'm not actually one. You don't have to speak to me like it," I

not to harm me, but tight enough to cause discomfort, "Well, the last time I assumed something

had a blank face stare off to see who could

and smiled a

usual place on the

did he have time to open the

your deal with dragging me around places?" I glared at

Just fix yourself," he let go and waved his arm

window's reflection to see my hair all frizzy and out of place. I must have been leaning on my braids the whole time. That would explain all the fly always and random pieces falling

know how to fix it. But on the bright

to slip away to take some off. But it's

tilted my head to the

gonna have to take it

looks cute

another discouraged huff. I'm gonna need whoever

it up when I get my phone

old friend," I kissed

hands through

lose and wavy, not the same, but still

I turned back around

He shook his head. "You are such a weird

I nodded. "You haven't

that, I grabbed Wolfie's

had already gone to the dining hall for dinner, so we headed there as

"Hey! Red!"

to see who called me by my

House Twilight like the rest of them, was

your title of best junior fighter to yours

They obviously

eyes, but the grin didn't leave. "Shut up Braxton, that doesn't count. I had to forfeit to actually get something important done. Not that I expect you to understand that. You've never actually done it. . ." I

all you heard from

a rematch,"

looked up in mock contemplation. "Hmmm. . . No I think

"What?! no!"

We

"You can't do that! Can