Grace of a Wolf by Lenaleia

Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Lyre: Separated, Again

LYRE

Watching my camper leave without me is a strange feeling. I’m more attached to it than entire castles I’ve had built in the past.

Every girl dreams of a castle.

It just turns out my favorite one is shaped like a box and gets dragged behind a truck.

A warm weight settles against my waist, and something inside me twitches, instinctively repulsed by any form of casual, possessive affection.

The offending appendage wrapped around my waist is large and tanned. A working hand. A fighter’s hand. A hand with no business settling on my waist like it belongs there.

"You okay?" Aaron murmurs, leaning down so his breath is hot against my ear.

"That depends. Are you particularly attached to this hand?"

He pulls back immediately, the warmth vanishing.

Smart.

"I was just checking on you," he says, keeping a careful half-an-arm’s-length distance. "You seem worried."

"I’m fine." Do I look like I need babysitting? I know my fancy Korean facial creams make my skin glow, but it isn’t as if I’m as young as I look.

Thankfully.

Because then I’d be a sentient pile of dirt.

I pop the trunk of our SUV and toss my bag in, and Thom pops out of the backseat to follow at my elbow like a lovesick puppy.

"Lyre, I’ve been thinking about how we might approach the tracking when we—"

"Get in the backseat, wizard."

He blinks through his ridiculous copper-wired glasses. "I—but I thought we should—"

"Backseat."

back to the rear

I sigh.

men is

front passenger seat before Aaron can even think about it, I click my seatbelt into place and stare at the side of Owen’s face. "Your place

left to go in the back, where he crams his tall frame behind Owen’s seat. He looks like he’s considering various methods of angelic decapitation. Behind the driver is the worst spot for someone his size, but it isn’t my

starts the engine without another

knocking against the back of Owen’s

angel-descendant doesn’t react. He probably has the

tracking now," Thom pipes up, poking his head between us as he leans forward. "I still have the energy from our—" His cheeks flush as he looks at me out of the

"Sit back, wizard."

"Yes, ma’am."

without looking, I know Aaron’s grinding his molars against each

tracking yet," I announce. "We’re going to Owen’s

the one to lean forward and shove his face in my space, and I press my palm against it to push him

budge, and his tongue

infuse the faintest hint of arcana into my arm and shove again. He jerks back, his head slamming

Oops.

need to collect my vehicle before we leave," Owen says, unfazed by the wolf’s shenanigans. His silver-gray eyes remain fixed on the

For what

me, the word coming out pinched and

eyebrow arching. He’s prodding at his nose gingerly, checking for damage. A drop of blood

Again: oops.

concerned. Wolves heal

hell of a push, though. Do we

few at him.

space," Thom tells him, his voice wavering a little with his sudden and random bravado. His glasses slip

arcana this time. A simple palm against his forehead is enough to send him flopping back into his

he’s hurt, which

lovelorn cases. The ones who always

No, thanks.

to the empty space between Owen’s seat and mine. "See this? This is a no-person zone. Stay the fuck out of my personal

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