Chapter 150 - Wolverine & Wicked Stepsister

Warren’s POV

Desiree dragged me through the oversized doors of the dance hall. A heavy bass pulsed inside. I still couldn’t believe I’d let her talk me into this.

After Paris, I’d given up hope of finding Vienna. Honestly… I wasn’t even sure what the point was anymore. What could I say if I did find her? She’d probably take one look at me and walk away.

Desiree had barely spoken to me for weeks after we got back. She’d been cold, sharp-edged. Still furious I’d dragged her to France under false pretenses.

I’d apologized, more than once. But nothing seemed to thaw her. Instead, she let me keep trying, taking advantage of my willingness to do anything to make it right.

So when she asked—no, told—me last week that I was coming to a Halloween party with her, I hadn’t even pretended I had a choice.

Now here we were. Desiree was dressed in a tight latex Catwoman suit, complete with black ears, a sleek tail, and a whip hanging from her hip.

And me? I was Wolverine. Extendable claws and all.