My Secret Wolf King
“No. I don’t want you traversing the city on your own this late, and I can’t leave him here to drive you. You can stay.”
My eyebrows shot up, but before I could answer, Lucas reappeared. He was dressed in his dinosaur pajamas, clutching a blanket in one arm and a stuffed shark in the other. “I’m ready!”
“Alright, let’s get comfy,” I said, looking down at my own outfit, which was definitely not made for lounging around for a movie marathon—a pair of work pants and a crisp white button-down, both of which had gotten a little sweaty from running around earlier.
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