"Why wouldn't it be?" I respond, then I reach a hand out for her. She takes my hand and smiles. Not to willing to lie to myself, I admit that she is quite beautiful. But there's something more to her than that, there's a strange attraction I feel toward her that I've never felt toward any wolf apart from Abigail before.
And I believe I know why. Beck had informed me of her pack's lineage, the line of specialized whores.
I grin before letting my hands go and making sure to keep my emotions in check. I can't tell if she's doing this on purpose or as a side effect of her Instinct, but I don't care. I can't let myself get wrapped around her little fingers.
We retreat to our seats and without wasting any time she beings to speak.
"Forgive me for my sudden appearance, I hope my arrival wasn't that much of an inconvenience." She says with her Russian accent in toe. She doesn't even meet my gaze once as she speaks, she instead busys herself with the menu.
