“I just bonked a werewulf on the noggin. Jeez.”

“Jeez. Just over a week was all it took for my life to implode. It was some kind of record.”

“Boys. Jeez.”

“I crossed my arms over my chest. Jeez, it was cold in here all of a sudden. And had he always smelled this good? Was it a cologne? Eau de Christmas Pie?”

“Nice, huh? I was just special all over the place.”

“I don't have an accent. Northerners just talk funny.”

“No,” he agreed. “You’re not. She never caused me this agony.”What could I say to that? The way he was looking at me was making my head feel funny. Was making me feel funny and not just in that oh God I just almost died way.Christophe leaned in. His mouth was a mere centimetres from me. “She never made me think I would die of heart failure. She never, never made me fear for her this way.”