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."

deflates and shuffles back to the rear door, now a kicked

I sigh.

these men is going to

passenger seat before Aaron can even think about it, I click my seatbelt into place and stare at

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,

starts the engine without another

where the hell are we going?" Aaron asks, his knee knocking against the back of Owen’s seat

doesn’t react. He probably has

begin 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 side of his

"Sit back, wizard."

"Yes, ma’am."

Aaron’s grinding his

announce. "We’re going to

time the Lycan’s the one to lean forward and shove his

tongue flicks out against

hint of arcana into my arm and shove again.

Oops.

to collect my vehicle before we leave," Owen says, unfazed by the wolf’s shenanigans. His

For what it’s

from behind me, the

twist in my seat to look back, an eyebrow arching. He’s prodding at his nose gingerly,

Again: oops.

I ask, even though I’m not particularly concerned. Wolves heal fast. It’s

his thumb across his nostril, smearing the blood. "Nah. That was a hell of a push, though. Do we have paper towels in

types, and I toss a few at him. They flutter in the air,

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

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

no way he’s hurt,

He might be one of those hopeless, lovelorn cases. The ones who always

No, thanks.

of my personal bubble, both of you. If I can smell your breath, you’re too close. If I

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