#Chapter 92 – Tempers

Laila stills for a moment and then shakes her head, not looking at me. “I don’t know how Orion feels about me. I…I was the one who initiated things last night. And he…gave in. But was he just drunk? Or being a…a boy?” My wolf growls inside of me, not liking the idea that Orion would take advantage of Laila’s affections just because he was drunk and feeling frisky. But I keep my emotions to myself, my eyes on my friend, who looks towards the door with a great deal of worry and need. God, Laila. She’s…she’s got it bad, doesn’t she. She certainly hid it well. I step closer to her. “How are your…astrological signs?” She turns her head to me, baffled. “What?” “Are you like…a match?” I stare at her, desperately curious, wondering how to make this work. Laila, who is so kind and generous, who never asks for anything for herself – never even seems to want anything for herself… Her face bursts into a tiny smile. “Yeah,” she says, laughing and nodding, her hands still clasped to her