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."

my silence and bored look as a

"Don't step out of line."

After a moment of that, I rolled my eyes. "Y'know, I may test my limits like a toddler, but I'm not actually one. You don't have to speak

my throat ever so careful not to harm me, but tight enough to cause discomfort, "Well, the last time I

off to see who could be more unamused

I got bored and smiled a clearly strained and bitter sweet

on its usual place on the back of my neck, then yanked me out of the

When did he have time

with dragging me around places?"

he let go and waved his arm in a gesture

all frizzy and out of place. I must have been leaning on

sight. I don't know how to fix it. But on the bright side, that's

Haven't had time to slip away to take some off. But it's still in place. Nothing smudged, almost

my hair. I tilted my head to the right, tilted it to

gonna have to take

it actually looks cute

out another discouraged huff. I'm gonna need whoever

when I get

it. "Goodbye old friend," I kissed the

done, I ran my hands through

my hair's all lose and wavy, not the same, but still

I turned back

He shook his head. "You are

I nodded. "You haven't seen anything

grabbed Wolfie's arm and dragged

everyone had already gone to the dining hall for

"Hey! Red!"

who called me by my nickname and grinned. "Hey boys, Candy, Grace. How's it

warrior from House Twilight like the rest of them, was

of best junior fighter to yours truly?" Braxton smirked cockily while ruffling my hair. The

obviously haven't

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.

"Ohhhh!" Is all you

a

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

"What?! no!"

We

that! Can he