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us.” She gave me a look filled with raw hatred. “Then she comes along and you lose sight of what we've worked so hard for.”
    “You mean what I've worked so hard for.” His voice was hard as ice.
    Kaydee's eyes looked desperate. “Come on. Let's close the deal. Knock this shit out tonight.”
    “You answered my cell.” It was a flat statement.
    Her voice squeaked. “You were busy.”
    “I determine when I'm busy. And I'm never too busy for Stormy. Get it?”
    I smiled. He really did care about me in his own way.
    Her jaw tightened. “Yes. Got it. Now can you get ready?” She just stood there looking at me like she expected me to walk away like some scared little girl.
    He shook his head with disgust. “Bye, Kaydee. Go do your job and get out of my face.” He spun around, pushing me against the wall, his wide back blocking her view.
    I peered around him. She was still standing there, staring, her eyes doing some weird creepy thing. I blinked, swearing that they turned dark gold before flipping back to brown. I looked at her pointedly. “Uh… can you go away now? We were in the middle of something here.”
    If looks could kill, I would be fucking dead. She huffed, stomping away in a cloud of skank.
    Opening my black, fringe-studded bag, I reached in and pulled out my good luck gift. It was something that I saw him eyeing at the pawnshop for a while. “Open your hand.” I shoved the wide, silver skull ring into it.
    He scowled. “I can buy my own shit, Storm.”
    My breath caught in my throat at the raw anger in his voice. “It’s for good luck. Nothing more, okay? Please just take it. And have fun out there.”
    Hesitantly , he slipped it on his finger and flexed his hand. “Thank you. This means a lot.” He grabbed my face, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
    I practically hummed with satisfaction before breaking it off. I trailed my fingers across his cheek before kissing my hand and pressing them against his lips. I was overwhelmed and terrified of the rush of feelings that made me lightheaded. “I’ll be the girl in the front, screaming at the top of her lungs.”
    I was blinking back the tears, struggling with the words of raw emotions sitting at the tip of my tongue. But my mind wouldn't let me tell him. Not tonight… not ever. I quickly walked away before I did something stupid, like telling him how I felt. I pushed through the crowd and skirted around the corner. I was anxious for this whole night to be over. I sensed someone watching me from the shadows. It was Kaydee, who stalked toward me with eyes laced with deadly intent.
    “So are you done filling his head with bullshit of happily ever after?” she said, prowling toward me.
    I tracked her movements with my eyes, not trusting her one bit. “Okay, are we really doing this?” I took off my earrings, sliding them into my jean’s pocket, getting ready for anything.
    Her eyes widened with shock. “So the rich girl is tough, huh?”
    I wanted to laugh. She just didn't know how tough. The one thing that Mom prepared me for was to be able to protect myself under attack. She wasn’t taking any chances with her only daughter and the last of the Credence bloodline. Others were dangerous and took weakness as an invitation to maim or, worse, kill. And killing witches, especially rare Fae-witch hybrids, would be considered a trophy kill. So, the prerequisite for granting me permission to move away from home and getting access to my trust fund was my promise to continue my bi-weekly defensive training sessions with Noah. He was the enforcer for Alpha Ronan Alfero, leader of the largest and toughest New York wolf-shifter pack.
    Noah was a young, hungry, ruthless wolf-shifter who was a newbie enforcer in the pack with a lot to prove. And despite my initial resentment at being forced into training, I never missed our training sessions. In fact, I enjoyed the raw ruthlessness of them. It was cardio without all of the sappy music. It was all brute