Dylan smiled. "Hopefully not." It didn't sound like it in the article, but then he knew better than to trust the paper. "You'll have to talk to Patrick," he said. "It's not that long before the next full moon. Ask him then."
Dylan was confused, something about her voice, then that horrified expression on her face and the way she was wrapping her arms around her knees and said he was 'all over him'. Was she... surely not? But she sounded almost jealous. Had he been stupid? Not thinking enough of the consequences?
He bit his lip. "Training," he said. "I was teaching him defensive spells," he said, not sure what to say. He was suddenly starting to think, to wonder. How stupid had he been? Hadn't Patrick told him flat our not to do this to her? Not to sleep with her if he didn't want to give her a ring? But he'd gone straight ahead anyway, thinking Dom's will had anything to do with it. What if it didn't? Dale's certainly hadn't. Fuck!