“I twist around so I’m facing him, my left knee tucked beneath me. “No. I think you want everyone to think you’re a wolf. I did, at first. But you’re really not. It’s just a mask. You’re all growling, and no teeth.”
He reaches over, his hands twining around the stem of my wineglass. He tips it toward my mouth. “You need to finish this.” His eyes glitter beneath half-raised lids. “Because I’m going to die if I don’t taste those cherry lips. And now that I know you won’t go running to the woodcutter…” His voice trails off as he looks at me expectantly.”