Semua Bab The Luna Lives Again: Bab 11 - Bab 17

I'd never taken time to just stroll around town before in my life. Walking with no destination, no task, no list of expectations buzzing in my head like flies on shit—it was very strange. But not a bad kind of strange. Robbie and I started from the train station, and right away, he pointed out Main Street like a tour guide in a werewolf-themed travel show. As we walked down the crowded sidewalk, I felt my body tense with an old, familiar habit—head lowered, steps fast and light, shoulders drawn tight to shrink myself down. Don't look anyone in the eye. Don't attract attention. Don't stand out. But Robbie was the exact opposite. He strolled like he had nowhere to be, one hand casually in his pocket, the other constantly pointing at signs, storefronts, windows, and little details I wouldn't have noticed otherwise. "This part of town is where a lot of the werewolves congregate to buy werewolf stuff," he said. "It'll have everything you could ever need. Including inhibitors with no s

I never imagined my morning would end with me walking into a hospital room to visit an idiot who'd managed to fall off his bike and down a flight of stairs into a river, apparently. Yet here I was. Walking. I wasn't even supposed to come—I was only here because Robbie called Ms. Daisy, and she couldn't leave the bar. I figured someone had to represent her, and it'd look bad if no one showed up. Besides, it'd be rude not to take the invitation. And if I'm anything, it's polite. Or at least trying to be. The room was quiet except for a low conversation between Robbie and a doctor, but the moment I stepped inside, Robbie's eyes lit up like a kid who just got the biggest present under the tree. "Hey! I told you she was going to come see me!" he grinned, pointing toward me like I was a prize. Shit. That was... kind of cute. I blinked. "Ms. Daisy's busy, so I came in her place. Are you alright?" Robbie frowned, shifting his arms slightly but keeping still. His leg was elevated and

"That's enough," I said, pushing the hairbrush away from my head. Ms. Daisy was way more excited about me going out today than I was. "He's just showing me around. What's there to get excited about?" "It's a date, Bonnie," Ms. Daisy said, wagging a finger at me like she was scolding a teenager. "It's a friendly outing," I corrected her firmly, crossing my arms. "You two have gone out together almost every day for the past two weeks. How much of the town is left to see? That boy clearly likes you." "So I must like him back?" I arched a brow. "I guess not," she said with a shrug, "but it doesn't change that he still asked you out. Which makes this, and all those other 'friendly outings,' dates." When the oracle set Jason and me up, he'd never shown up for even one date. His mother did, though. She was such a lovely person. We talked for hours, nearly every day we met. I thought I'd get to see more of her, but after the wedding, she retired and left on a long vacation—permanently o