Axel's eyes narrowed as I readily agreed to the existence of a shapeshifter contrasting my former perspective.
"Why do you suddenly believe there's an imposter?" He asked:
I sighed, nerves fluttering in my belly like wild moths. My tongue felt thick, like it had been dipped in molasses, but I forced it to move.
"There's… a lot I want to tell you," I said quietly, unsure of how to even begin.
He took a step closer. "Tell me what?"
A lot, Axel. Mateo. He kissed me. Told me things about you… except he wasn't even Mateo.
"I met someone," I blurted, before I could think better of it.
He blinked. "You met someone?"
I nodded.
"Was it a female?" His tone shifted slightly, trying to play it casual. But I saw the twitch in his brow, the way his nostrils flared just a little too wide.
Whoa, don't tell me the almighty Axel is jealous?
"No," I said, biting the inside of my cheek to hide my smile. "A male."
His whole body stiffened like a board. "A male?" he repeated, scoffing.
