True or False

Liam's P.O.V

I should have known better than to argue with Mai Blackwood.

"Go home, Mai."

"No."

I groaned for the tenth time that evening. "Mai, seriously. You don't have to walk me home."

She rolled her eyes, the silver in them making her look extra wicked in the moonlight. "You act like I have anything better to do."

"You do. Like—" I gestured wildly. "Literally anything else. Go home. Sleep. Terrorize someone else for once."

Mai smirked, like she hadn't heard a word I said. The sky was a deep shade of indigo, the crescent moon peeking from behind the clouds. Crickets chirped in the distance, and the occasional howl of pack members echoed through the trees.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I'm not a damsel in distress. I can walk home by myself."

Mai tilted her head, pretending to consider. "No, you're right. You're more like an abandoned kitten that bites when someone tries to pet it."