"You are of no help. Shift. Right now. Grey will help me instead." I get in Cyrus's face. He leans down before kissing the tip of nose.
I take a few steps back. I will not let him distract me like this. I have been trying to sharpen my powers by trying it on him, and he just stands there and flirts with me, like the pervert he is.
"I'm being serious, Cyrus Grayson. I have to overpower her. If things go south and she goes back to being vengeful the way she was, I want to protect you and the pack. I will use her own powers against her." Even I admit how ridiculous that sounds. Me? Fighting a thousands of years old witch? Joke of the century!
But a girl can hope. Right?
