Page 47 of A Token of Blood and Betrayal

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

A click indicated a third turn of the key.This time, the engine choked, coughed, and spluttered to life.

I side-eyed Blake.He saw, and the tight line of his mouth curved upward into a smug smile.

My shoulder slammed into the passenger door when the truck bucked over the smallest pothole in the universe.

“You drive this thing whenever you think you might see me, don’t you?”

“Go on a date with me, and maybe I’ll choose something else.”

“I’m not dating right now,” I said flatly.

“Why not?”

“I’m just not.”

“No, I mean it.”He took his eyes off the road to look at me.“Why aren’t you with someone?”

I flung my hand in the air.“Have you seen my life lately?”

“Fair enough.Before this then.Why didn’t you date when you were in college?”

“I did.”

“Not for a significant amount of time.”

“Were you stalking me?”I tried to make the question sound like an accusation.

He replied with one of his nonchalant shrugs.“The pack keeps tabs on you.”

“That is just… wrong,” I said.

The corner of his mouth lifted.That little half smile was sexy as hell, which made him dangerous.It was hard to dislike him when he was like this.

He probably knew it.

“So,” he said, glancing my way again.“When was the last time you were with someone?”

Yeah.He definitely knew it.

“When were you?”I countered.

“We’re not talking about my love life.”

I snorted.“We’re not talking about mine.”

“But I like talking about you.”

“Oh my God.You just can’t quit, can you?”

His grin widened.“I think I already established that.”

I rolled my eyes.“Fine.It’s been over a year.”

“Who was it?”

“Really?”I said, giving him an incredulous look.