Deadly Crush (Deadly Trilogy, Book 1) by Ashley Stoyanoff Page B

had come.
    “I thought you wanted ice cream,” I said,
cutting her a sideways glance.   Even in
the dark, she looked guilty.
    “Marcy!” someone shouted, and I swiveled,
looking into the secluded field.   Someone
was walking toward us, but I couldn’t tell who it was.   Behind him, a small group of people, maybe
ten, were gathered.
    “Shit.   Shit.   Shit.”   Marcy looked up at me with wide eyes and
chewed on her bottom lip for a second, thinking.   “If he asks, you begged me to go out, okay?”
she whispered, her eyes pleading.
    “What?” I asked, completely lost, and I
glanced back at the group.   Had they been
there the whole time?   I didn’t know, and
not knowing made me crazy nervous.   I
should have noticed them.   I should have
been alert, not worrying about some boy that I had hardly talked to.   If Aidan wanted to be part of the pack, that
was his problem, not mine.
    “Trevor,” she said urgently.   “He told me to stay home tonight.   Please, Jade.   Just please say this was your idea.”
    I wanted to shake her by her shoulders —
literally.   “What does Trevor have to do
with anything?” I asked, not bothering to try to hide how pissed off I was.
    “He’s my awesomesauce news,” she mumbled,
averting her eyes from mine.   She started
kicking at the ground, digging a little hole in the grass with the toe of her
shoe.
    Clearly, she needed more than just a
shake.   Awesomesauce news and Trevor
seriously didn’t mix.   Trevor was not
awesome anything, werewolf or not.   He
was a complete douche bag.   And I was about
to tell her as much, until I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.   Trevor was moving in on us, closing the
distance quickly, so I bit my tongue and started pulling her down the path.   I didn’t move fast enough.
    “Mac, what the hell are you doing here?”
Trevor shouted, snagging her arm and tearing her away from me.   He spun her around to face him.   “I told you to stay home.”
    Trevor stood stiff, looking down at
her.   He wasn’t much taller than I was,
but his bulky frame seriously increased his intimidation factor.   His hoodie was snug; hugging his thick arms
and chest, and his white baseball cap shielded most of his face.   His jaw was locked, and his grip on her arm
looked painfully tight.
    Marcy shot me a desperate look before
focusing on him.   “Um, Jade wanted ice
cream.   It’s a girl thing.   We eat ice cream when we’re upset.”   Her voice squeaked unnaturally high as she
rushed out the explanation, and Trevor shifted his glare to me.
    His scrutiny made the hairs on my neck
prickle, and like a wave, they slowly rose, as a shiver traveled up my back and
neck.   I took a step toward him, trying
to hide how nervous I was, and clenched my fists.   “Take your hand off of her, Trevor, before
you lose it,” I said, glad my voice was strong and didn’t jump the way my
stomach was.
    “You’re not helping, Jade ,”
Marcy hissed at me and moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his
neck.   “I’m sorry.   She was upset about the whole Dom thing.   I couldn’t say no.”
    Trevor stood stiff, not moving closer, but
not moving away from her either, and he kept his gaze focused on me.   “You should have called me,” he said through
gritted teeth.   “I told you I didn’t want
you walking around alone.   Is it really
going to be like this again, Mac?   Not
even a day and you’re already trying to push the limits.”
    “I didn’t want to bother you,” Marcy said
sweetly.   She brought her hands up to his
cheeks, pulling his gaze back to her, and she batted her long lashes at
him.   “You said you had pack stuff to
deal with tonight, and it’s not like Baskin
Robbins is far.”   She glanced over
her shoulder at me, and laid the sweetness on thick.   “Look at her, honey, she’s a mess.   Ice cream is totally mandatory right now.”
    Trevor cupped her face with both hands,
thankfully not