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."

the rear door, now a kicked

I sigh.

these men is

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

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 engine without another

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

He probably has the patience of

between us as he leans forward. "I still have the energy from our—" His cheeks flush as he

"Sit back, wizard."

"Yes, ma’am."

I know Aaron’s grinding his molars

announce. "We’re going

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

doesn’t budge, and his tongue flicks out against

lose, I infuse the faintest hint of arcana into my arm and shove again.

Oops.

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

For what it’s

from behind me, the word coming out pinched

He’s prodding at

Again: oops.

though I’m not particularly concerned. Wolves

thumb across his nostril, smearing the blood. "Nah. That was a hell

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

a little with his sudden and random bravado. His glasses slip down as he leans

A simple palm against his forehead is enough to send him flopping back into his seat. His copper-wired glasses go

no way he’s

The ones who always end up begging to be used

No, thanks.

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

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