Page 58 of Property of Crypt Keeper

“I don’t eat people,” he practically growled.

I lifted a brow.

“You literally turn into a giant cursed wolf creature.”

He frowned. “That feels completely unrelated.”

Blinking slowly, I stared at him.

Again, he stared back. Then slowly dropped his attention to the suit in my hand.

“Uh-uh… absolutely not.”

Twenty minutes later—I was enjoying myself immensely.

“Oh my God,” Lyra whispered from where she sat on the couch beside Mako as Gideon came down the stairs.

Mako’s head swiveled to glare at her as he looked seconds away from the blackmail-material-worthy murder of his best friend.

Zeus had tears in his eyes. Actual tears.

Hack had his phone out.

“Hack,” Gideon ground out a warning.

Hack slowly lowered it.

“Coward,” Spook muttered to Hack as he tried to hide his grin.

Because Gideon—Sergeant at Arms of the Kings of Anarchy, massive Rougarou, terrifying enforcer of the club’s rules—was glowering at all of us while wearing charcoal-gray slacks and a fitted black dress shirt. The expensive matching jacket hung carelessly from his fingertips.

And somehow… somehow… the bastard looked unfairly good. I kind of hated that. Because I had expected awkward. Uncomfortable. Maybe a little ridiculous.

Instead, he looked like some wealthy, old-money criminal who casually ruined lives and collected expensive watches. The shirt stretched across his shoulders and chest in a way that should’ve irritated me.

It got under my skin for entirely different reasons.

I squinted my eyes suspiciously. “You’ve worn suits before.”

His gaze narrowed immediately. “No.”

I absolutely did not believe him. When would he have worn suits, though? I suddenly didn’t like that there were things about Gideon’s past that I didn’t know.

He adjusted the sleeves like they offended him personally. “I fucking hate this.”

Mako looked between us. Then looked at Gideon again. Then looked at me.

“Nope,” he announced.

I frowned. “Nope what?”

He pointed between us. “Nope.”

Lyra smacked his arm as she started to laugh. “Stop it.”

“Traitor,” Mako practically hissed at her, but she was still smiling.

Gideon’s eyes cut toward me. “Can we leave now?”