#Chapter 39 – Enemy of My Enemy

Celia

"Please, leave me alone for the night," I plead.

Vaughn leans on the doorway, obviously unwilling to do so. "Maybe I want to stand here and admire the Luna of this pack," he says, sarcasm ripping through his words. "I enjoy watching you, sweetheart. You have the cutest little look when you stare at me."

"It's called distain, and it's not a complement, Vaughn."