“And you? Still ugly as ever, Norlan,” I muttered with a hand on my waist.
Norlan laughed. “And you still reek of overpriced whiskey and questionable decisions. Some things never change.”
I smirked. “Neither does your inability to dress like someone with an ounce of self-
respect.”
Norlan glanced down at his black shirt–half unbuttoned–paired with dark pants and boots. He made a show of brushing off imaginary dust. “This? This is fashion, Kester. You wouldn’t understand. Too busy brooding in dark rooms, I imagine.”
I scoffed, finally setting my glass down on the table. “You say that like you don’t do the
same damn thing.”
“Ah, but I brood with style. There’s a difference.”
Norlan barked out a laugh, crossing the room in two strides before grabbing me in a tight
embrace. I returned it, slapping his back once before pulling away.
“Shit, I missed you,” he admitted, his tone dropping just a notch.
“Missed you too, dumbass,” I muttered before stepping back and studying him. “What brings you to the pack?”
“Just got back last night,” he said, flopping onto the couch, “Figured I should check on my favorite psycho before he gets into any real trouble.‘
I scoffed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the table and pouring myself another drink. “You’re late. I am already handling the trouble part without you.”
Norlan arched a brow. “Should I be worried?”
I took a slow sip, letting the burn settle before answering. “Depends. Ever heard the name
Karina?”
His expression darkened for half a second before it smoothed back. “Can say I have. And even if I haven’t, as long as she’s got that look on your face, I already don’t like her.”
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iontun’s smirk returned. “How about the fact that I ram into fame this morning? She linked like she’d just won the fucking lottery.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “Still as stunning as I remember from college, man.”
I scoffed.
Was he admiring my fiancée? Yes.
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