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."

shuffles back to the

I sigh.

men is going to

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

looks like he’s considering various methods of angelic decapitation. Behind the driver is the worst spot for someone his size, but it

engine

going?" Aaron asks, his knee knocking against the back of Owen’s seat in what I suspect is a completely

react. He probably

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

"Sit back, wizard."

"Yes, ma’am."

without looking, I know Aaron’s grinding

announce. "We’re going to Owen’s

This time the Lycan’s the one to lean forward and shove his face in my space, and

budge, and his tongue flicks

arcana into my arm and shove again. He

Oops.

before we leave," Owen says, unfazed by the wolf’s shenanigans. His silver-gray eyes remain fixed

skies. For

behind me, the word coming out pinched and

to look back, an eyebrow arching. He’s prodding at his nose gingerly, checking

Again: oops.

I’m not particularly concerned. Wolves heal fast. It’s probably fine by now even if it

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

few at him. They flutter

his voice wavering a little with his sudden and random bravado. His glasses slip down as he leans forward, over

his forehead is enough to send him flopping back into his seat. His copper-wired glasses go askew, and

no way he’s hurt, which

one of those hopeless, lovelorn cases. The ones who always end

No, thanks.

and mine. "See this? This is a no-person zone. Stay the fuck out of my personal

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