Chapter 74

Lilly looked really cute when she was angry. Scott couldn’t help but be charmed by her. Her arms were folded underneath her impressive rack. He wanted to turn her around so he could watch her lose her temper.

“Then why don’t you tell me what the problems are?” he asked.

She turned to him. Her hazel eyes glanced into his gaze but then stared past his shoulder. He frowned. Why didn’t Lilly ever look him in the eye?

“You’re old,” she said.

“What?” he asked, struggling to contain the roar inside him.

“I’m only twenty-one, but you’re what? Fifty or something. You’re old.”

He glared at her, angry at her words. Her hands shook as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Yes, he was nearing over fifty in age, but he looked no older than thirty. Werewolves and most of the sectors in the paranormal community aged slowly when they grew into their powers or abil