#Chapter 8: Soft Lies Sharp Teeth

(Violet’s POV) “What? Your call boy is actually…?!” Cathy‘s shriek bounced around the speaker of my phone like a shrill battle cry. I winced. “Yes. Keep your voice down.” “I’m on the damn phone, Violet! What voice is there to lower?” She had a point. Still, I rubbed my temple, pacing the length of the balcony outside my study. Wind tangled in my hair, but I barely felt it. Lucian. My Luc. My call boy. The Lycan King. It still didn’t feel real. Cathy kept going, of course. “Holy shit. I remember the night you two first slept together—you told me you were arguing and then randomly jumped him because you were both weirdly keyed up.” I coughed. “That’s not exactly how I phrased it.” “Close enough.” She clicked her tongue. “And it was a full moon, right? You were fuzzy, he was fuzzy. You probably thought it was just the bond acting up again.” I didn’t answer. Because that part was true. She softened a little. “But V, seriously… why would he keep being your call