My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
"It has jump scares every three minutes. That's not good pacing, that's Pavlovian conditioning."
I laugh under my breath, shaking my head. They've been at it since the professor left. It's nice. Normal, too. For once I'm not thinking about spells or hunters or werewolves.
Cooper’s gaze meets mine, lingering in a way that makes me uneasy.
Right then Blue walks in, her leather jacket slung over one shoulder, bubble gum popping between her teeth. She drops into the seat next to me without asking.
"Miss me?" she asks, blowing a perfect pink bubble.