“What was that for? Why did you lie to her?” I rounded on him as soon as the door clicked close behind my mother.

“You’re welcome.” He touched the tip of nose.

I wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off of his face. “I am not grateful for what you did.”

“You’re still welcome.”

I groaned in frustration and annoyance. “You clawed my back, why?”

“Why not? To make our story believable.” Was his careless reply.

“First off, it was your story not ours. Secondly, was that necessary? How were you able to grow claws in a matter of seconds?” I studied his nails, they were neatly trimmed. So how...