Chapter 8

Tea's POV

He must've believed me, because he finally left, and getting dressed after he was gone was quick even with my injured feet.

No way in hell was I putting shoes back on, so I just headed out with my socked feet. Every footstep hurt more than the last, but I braved my way to the front porch with Jesse at my side. The porch had a comfortable-looking hammock swinging across it, and I itched to sit in it and just swing for a bit but reminded myself that I'd been kidnapped.

And there was no Stockholm Syndrome allowed.

Jesse growled before I stepped off the porch.

"I'm getting tired of getting growled at. And licked. And pretty much everything else that has to do with you being a wolf." I narrowed my eyes at him. "We aren't friends, okay? You think I'm your mate, but you kidnapped me. I don't like you."

He scowled.

Turning, he trotted toward the house next door.

I went to step off the stairs, but like he had eyes on the back of his h