Chapitre 87: Whose pup

«I've never been good at controlling my shifting. And this is the first sign. When I get excited or nervous... Or happy. Sometimes, I show my nature when that happens.»

They had walked back to the bed, hand in hand. Samantha's ears were drooping as she confessed her biggest secret.

«So,» Rider sighed. «Fried wings are more exciting than me. Or they make you happier. Or more nervous. I don't even know which option I'd hate the most...»

He avoided her eyes, focusing on their joint hands. He caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, pressing on her knuckles when she sighed.

Even if he was there to collect information, his heart was beating happily at her story. He wanted to know more but not to use it for his gain. Oh well, he did plan to blackmail her into meeting if she started avoiding him, but it would have been for the gain of them both.