No, no, no.
I pull my glamour tighter.
Havoc’s eyes narrow.
Could he tell?
Impossible.
He’s a Wolf Shifter, yes, but my secrets are mine.
I’ve kept them hidden this long.
He couldn’t possibly—
“Gabby?”
I jump.
Wreck is staring at me.
“Sorry. What?”
“Our table?”
“Oh! Right.”
I grab three menus even though these assholes know the menu better than I do.
“Usual booth.”
Justin Spark walks past me with a nod.
“Thanks, Gabriella.”
As for Justin?
He is also terrifying.
Dark.
Quiet.
Dragon Shifter.
But Justin is fair. He mostly treats me like he would anyone else.
Wreck treats me like Gia’s friend, which apparently makes me some sort of honorary protected citizen.
Havoc?
Havoc looks at me like he wants to figure out what I’m made of.
That makes me nervous.
Very fucking nervous.
I follow them toward the booth.