Lion El'jonson Book Novels & Stories

He leaned back in his chair, considering. Jonah hovered near the door. “You’re not going, are you?” Eli smiled faintly. “I might.” Jonah raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound like a yes.” “It’s not,” Eli replied. “It’s a decision to listen without committing.” Jonah nodded slowly. “That’s new.” “Necessary,” Eli corrected. ************************************************************** They met that evening at Eli’s place, the air outside crisp with the promise of change. Lena arrived carrying a small bag, books she wanted to return, notes she’d scribbled in the margins.

he mumbles, but then he shakes his head, "Whatever, I'm probably just being a bitch, ignore me. I'll be better tomorrow, once I leave the house." Oh, god. I try to reassure him I'm fine, but Jonah starts honking outside, so I run out. "What is it?" he demands to know as soon as I get inside his car. I turn to him, “Make it fucking good.” "Leo is a werewolf," I finally say. Jonah opens his eyes wide open and he steps on the gas as if we're escaping, "Wait, wait, he's not dangerous.”