Half Truths (A Helheim Wolf Pack Tale) Read Online Free PDF

before taking them back
again. Once he washed the blood off, nobody would have been able to tell they’d
been torn up. Instead of just accepting what he’d said, Grey took one of his
hands in hers again and studied it.
    ‘Impossible,’
she breathed. He shrugged out of her grip again, pulling his shirt over
shoulders slick with sweat. He stared at her thinking this was exactly why
being friends with humans was a bad idea, and why having a relationship with a
human female was an even worse idea.
    ‘I’m a fast
healer,’ he said, brushing past her and shrugging into his holster again. She
caught up to him quickly.
    ‘I saw how deep
those cuts were. They couldn’t have healed so easily, or quickly.’
    He paused halfway
through pushing a button through a buttonhole. ‘Yeah, well, they did. Are we
going to get breakfast, or what?’ he snapped, stalking out of the gym ahead of
her. Vaile finished buttoning up his shirt, but he could hear her trailing
after him quietly as he navigated his way back to his desk. He swung around to
her suddenly. ‘I’ll see you there soon. I have to take a shower first.’ Maybe
he could just make up some excuse for not going.
    ‘I can wait,’
she insisted.
    ‘Fuck,’ he growled
under his breath. He pushed into the men’s bathroom, finding his boss standing
by the sink, shaving. Vaile raised an eyebrow at him.
    ‘I had a fight
with my girlfriend last night. She threw me out.’
    ‘Women are more
trouble than they’re worth,’ Vaile grunted, pulling open his locker and taking
out the small towel he kept in there for occasions such as this one.
    ‘Don’t I know
it,’ D’Angelo agreed, talking to Vaile through the mirror. ‘You got a girl,
Wolfe?’
    ‘Fuck no.’
    One of his dark
brows arched. ‘What about Larissa?’
    ‘Grey?’ he shot
back incredulously. ‘What about her?’
    His boss stopped
shaving and turned to look at Vaile, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to
figure him out. ‘You haven’t noticed her pining?’
    ‘Pining?’                              
    D’Angelo smiled
at him and turned back around to face the mirror again. ‘She asked to be
assigned to you specifically. At first I didn’t understand why a fine woman
like her would want to spend any time with your fucking miserable ass, but I
see it now.’ He drew the razor down his face and rinsed. Vaile still couldn’t
think of anything else to say. He knew Grey had asked to work with him
specifically, but he figured it was because she was dared to, or something
equally as fucking juvenile.
    ‘So, have you
made a move yet?’
    ‘No,’ he replied
darkly. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to. He squeezed his eyes shut
for a minute.
    ‘I would if I
were you. She’s begging for it.’
    Vaile cocked an
eyebrow at his boss. ‘Are you condoning interoffice relations?’
    D’Angelo glanced
at the Rolex on his wrist. ‘Work doesn’t start for another three quarters of an
hour. We’re just two buddies having a chat right now.’
    Vaile cursed
under his breath. ‘I have to hit the showers,’ he muttered. Rounding the corner
quickly, he slumped against the tiled wall and let out a shaky breath. The
tiles were cool through his clothing, but it did nothing to help the heat that
was travelling through his body now.
    Grey was
screwing with his head. She had to be. Nobody would want to get to know him any
better. And he refused to let his boss plant any more ideas that she would.
Grey was just his work partner—nothing more.
    Slinging his
towel over the half-wall between shower cubicles, he stripped off and turned on
the hot water, letting it wash away all thought of Grey. He closed his eyes,
letting the water barrel over his head; running like tiny, hot rivers down his
face and chest. Grey. He could see her face again—how she looked at him when
she came into the gym … how he could smell her arousal even though he was
trying hard to deny it at the