Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 112: Lyre: Rest

My phone buzzes in the console tray just as I notice Jack-Eye has finally shut up. He’s slumped in the passenger seat with his arm half-covering his face, probably thinking I can’t tell he’s still awake. His breathing isn’t even close to sleep rhythm.

I glance down at the notification, swiping to read Grace’s message.

[GRACE: Made it to the spot. We’re alive. Also... no water...]

I swipe a quick reply.

[LYRE: Why didn’t you fill the tank before you left? Fresh water tank connection’s right next to the city water.]

[GRACE: Uhhhhh... oops?]

A snort escapes before I can stop it. Endearing little disaster. At least she’s safe for now.

The truck hits a pothole the size of a small child, and Jack-Eye’s head jolts up. He groans, reaching for the dashboard to steady himself. "Could you not text and drive?"

"We’ve all got to live dangerously sometime." I toss my phone back into the console tray. "Besides, vampires text and fly all the time. I’m practically a safety expert by comparison."

In the rearview mirror, I catch a glimpse of Thom’s panicked expression. He’s seated in the middle, between Owen and Andrew—both sleeping—and he has nowhere to grab for safety. He was probably asleep until the pothole, too.

Humans and their pitiful need for rest. Not that I’m immune. Even my energy has limits. Mine just don’t come as quickly as theirs.

A flickering vacancy sign appears in the distance—some questionable roadside establishment. It probably hasn’t seen fresh sheets since the Reagan administration and the carpet inside likely smells like despair and decades of poor life choices. Someone’s definitely selling bodies in this place. Not dead ones, obviously.

Grace and Caine are far enough from Fiddleback’s immediate zone now. They’re safe enough to allow myself a few degrees of relief, and maybe grant these pitiful tagalongs some rest.

Especially the wizard.

the shady motel’s parking lot, ignoring

+ three 5-gallon Aquatainers. Use a siphon or

would have no idea the jugs carry potable water. We’d normally have a full tank of fresh water, but it’s been used. I would have topped up before we left, but—well,

the trailer packed up and ready to

goddess. A terrifying, beautiful goddess. I love

wait until we’re back and use the water sparingly. Don’t forget there’s bottled water for drinking in

thumbs-up emoji in

the phone down and twist in my seat to get a better look at Thom. His aura is flickering like a dying flashlight, dim around the edges. Pathetic. Even with the kiss

Doesn’t replenish well," I mutter, mostly to myself. The boy can’t regulate his

sigh, shutting off the engine. "We’re stopping for the

immediately straightens. "You’re getting your own

eyes. "I’m not wasting money. I’ll just get

like I’ve suggested we all sleep in lava. Forever, obviously. "You’re out of your damn

unsettling silver eyes. Even half-asleep, his voice is firm. "She should have her

old legends

concede, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. "Two rooms, two queens each. Someone can

the

with you."

guess he woke up,

expression. The wolf looks oddly... determined. He even throws the wizard a faint glower. His lip even

top-off—" I begin, but the Lycan cuts me off

His tone brooks no argument, though he has absolutely no authority to make

I’m choosing to acquiesce, not being commanded. Then I glance back at Thom, who looks horribly dejected—like someone just told him Christmas is canceled. The last