Later that evening, Ethan lay in bed reading. He was using his clip-on reading light so his lodgings would seem dark.
He loathed to deceive Eve and resist her, but he still didn't infer how to confide her what she merited to know. She's dating a werewolf.
He wished she'd still be dating him after he plunged his bombshell, but something else had him bothered. What if she didn't trust him? How could he demonstrate it to her?
She had laughed at the likelihood of vampires and werewolves. But legends don't evolve out of nothing.
He could change, but that would frighten her to death. Hell, it terrified him the first numerous times he witnessed it.
Perhaps he could illustrate his super-human vitality. But what if she didn't realize werewolves had that kind of strength? She might simply think he was freakishly strong, and that would reopen the remembrance of his detention.
