Dean didn't know what came over him, he wasn't usually this impulsive. He spent years of training under some of the strictest werewolves in his Pack, that alone should have rid him of such recklessness.
Driving Claude's convertible wasn't that different from driving his own car. The vampire sitting beside him didn't look like he minded Dean being the one to drive, but he still had on a slight pout that made Dean say, "I thought you'd like having someone drive you and offer to carry your grocery bags."
Claude snorted. "You're in for a real surprise if you think I'm going to let you carry my grocery bags."
It made Dean laugh, his focus on the road in front. Living alone in the city changed the Fernsby heir more than anyone could have guessed. Four years, and Claude still managed to surpri
