Madison Beer And Nick Austin Novels & Stories

“This one is too strong. It might help kickstart your shifter healing as well, but I’m not entirely sure.” I can see the way Austin stiffens at that little tidbit, but I ignore him. He eyes Sam with caution, and I am sure he’s about to leave when he decides to plop down, a dark look in his eyes. What is his fucking problem? “What do you want?” I ask rudely. His eyes narrow, and then he shrugs. “Tap beer.” I want to wring his neck, but since that’s not really an option, I just pour him a beer and slam the mug in front of him. It doesn’t break and ruin his clothes, unfortunately, and Austin raises it in my direction before drinking.