They adjourn for lunch after the priestess is seen and Circe stands to one side studying everyone when Blake walks up to her with a glass of iced tea. Right behind him is Harro with another glass. As if she doesn’t have enough to deal with!
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize.” Harro looks disappointed when he notices the glass in Circe’s hand.
It was the first time she had both of them together, and her heart raced at the thought of what might happen.
“So, I guess we are opponents?” Blake grins and Circe can just tell that he is trying to ease the tension. She can’t believe that for a wolf, he is so calm about it all. Is he playing games, or is it possible that he might not care as much as he is pretending to? She’s heard of wolves finding their mates and, in the end, treating them… Well, jus
