JASMINE'S POV
I took another sip of coffee, letting the warmth slide down my throat before setting the mug aside with a quiet clink.
"I didn't plan it," I said finally, glancing up at Sophia, who now stood with one hand on her hip and the other gesturing like she was trying to keep from combusting. "It just… happened."
Sophia blinked. "You didn't plan it?"
"No."
"So you just impulsively took your mate's luxury apocalypse tank and redecorated his pool with it?"
"Pretty much."
She gawked at me, jaw hanging open, then slowly dragged her palm down her face. "Okay. I'm not judging."
"You're absolutely judging."
"Because you DROVE A G-WAGON INTO A SWIMMING POOL." She waved her arms. "That's not even a metaphor. That's just chaos with a steering wheel."
I shrugged and leaned back on my elbows. "It felt good."
"Oh my God." She paced once, stopped, and turned back. "Is this what being a werewolf does to you? Sudden vehicular rage?"
