Treats

RENT'S POV

"This is never going to work," I said

"Shut up... and smile!"

"I am smiling!"

"That's more of a grimace."

"What's the difference?" I whisper demanded

"You look like you're in pain."

"This is pretty painful."

Carrie rolled her perfect cat green eyes.

"You're being very dramatic."

"Well, this is a terrible plan!"

"It's a great plan!"

I looked at her, "the plan where we distract the queen with a tray of fucking pastry while the others sneak down the ceiling. That plan?"

"Yes."

"No. It's not great."

She squared her shoulders and looked forward determinedly.

"Rent, it's for Ben."

My eyes fell on her and softened slightly. Her willingness to pummel headfirst into danger for other wolves amazed me. She pushed a bomb into her neck for Dante, using her own free will.

And now we were trekking down a silky marble hallway toward a queen who killed on sight for sport. And all for someone else.

'She wouldn't do it for you. No one would.'

That thought squeezed at my chest, and I shook