Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Xena's POV

Leonard threw his hands up defensively. "That was one time!"

"One time too many," I muttered. I washed my hands and grabbed my camera, picking the best angle.

Click.

"Perfect," I said. The photo would make an excellent addition to my portfolio. I could sense Logan's impatience, his protective big brother vibes radiating across the room. He didn't want to leave me alone with Ryder, that much was obvious.

I'm fine, bro.

I sent through our mental link and put the camera on the counter, slipping on gloves to clean my workstation.

I don't trust him, Logan replied, his mental voice tense.

I sighed, gathering used supplies and tossing them into the proper bins. Ama will

be with me, and if you're late again, Dad will kill you.

There was a pause before Logan's grudging response. Fine. I want to know exactly when he leaves. It was an order.

But we both knew those didn't work on me. I smirked. Yes, sir.

The three boys-Logan, Leonard, and Samuel-stood and headed toward the door. Logan paused beside Ryder, tension crackling between them like electricity.

"I don't think I need to tell you to treat my sister appropriately," Logan said, his voice low and threatening.

the threat, but he remained still, controlled. "I'm not in the habit of disrespecting

one last look. "X," he said with

slowly once they left, turning to Ryder. "Sorry about that. Have you made

back into their drawers, trying to look casual despite

appointment," Ryder replied, his eyes tracking my movements as I continued to collect scattered

he asked, curiosity evident

This shop is mine. Only

the calendar, I spotted an opening. "I can fit you in tomorrow at five. We'll see how long you can sit, then

me. I train in the mornings, so that's

you need to fill out. Leave your paint sketch, and bring cash when you

these forms for?" he asked,

small print stuff," I explained. "This is a legitimate business that I file taxes on. Just the same as

clipboard under his

out

the door, Ama bounced over

don't fuck him, I

Ama was boy-crazy but had her limits. For all her flirting and kissing, she was still saving herself all talk, little

warned her, though the

her eyebrows suggestively. "Wouldn't that

took a moment to

to her motorcycle while I stood in front of mine, shoving keys and other essentials into my backpack wallet before strapping on my helmet. It wasn't until my leg swung over the bike's seat that I

gave me goosebumps. "Almost," I replied to something Ama had

us now. The shop's interior was soundproofed, but out here, with his

I said to Ama, revving my engine. "I need a run

left me. There was something in them I didn't understand, something wild and ancient that

pulled into the driveway of the my house. My heart sank as I spotted Martha standing on the porch, arms crossed, her face

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