I approached Paisley slowly, the scent of wolfsbane growing stronger as I approached her. "Be careful. She tried to kill you," Ember warned.
“She can’t do anything to me now. Look at her.” I said, looking at the
weak, pathetic excuse of a wolf in front of me.
“Are you here to gloat?” Paisley asked as I approached her. “I didn’t even know you were here,” I replied. “Bullshit. You and Jack are probably having a good laugh at my expense,” she retorted.
“I’m telling you the truth. I didn’t know what happened to you—not after you attacked me with the nail gun. You just disappeared,” I said.
“Well, now you know. You won. He’s all yours,” she replied.
“What if I don’t want him?”
“Everyone wants him.
“Right. Everyone seems drawn to the Devil, don’t they?”
“People actually call him that?”
