Page 116 of The Wolf Prince

Her lip wobbles.

“But...”

I lower my voice.

“Boys are dumb.”

She looks at me.

“Professor Daniels!”

“What? They are. Sometimes spectacularly so.”

A tiny laugh escapes her.

There we go.

“But that doesn't mean you lower yourself to their level, hear me?”

Her smile disappears.

“He cheated on me.”

“I know.”

“It hurts.”

Yeah. It does. More than it should.

My fingers brush unconsciously over the bite hidden beneath my blouse.

“I know that, too.”

She studies me for a second. And somehow I think I reach her.

Maybe because I'm not talking down to her.

Maybe because heartbreak recognizes heartbreak.

Or maybe because I'm currently dealing with my own dumb boy.

Man.

Mate?

Whatever the hell Grimm Palermo is.

“You deserve somebody who chooses you,” I tell her. “Without games. Without lies. Without making you wonder where you stand.”

Wow. Apparently, we're giving advice to ourselves today.

Evangeline sniffles.

“Even if he's really hot?”

“Unfortunately, hotness is not an excuse for stupidity.”

I should embroider that on a pillow. She laughs again.