Chapter 161 Ava: Mom (I)

Selene perks her head up before there's a knock rapping against my door.

Vanessa, she confirms before I open it.

"The boys have dialed in," Vanessa announces as soon as she sees my face. "It's up to you. We can head straight to the hospital, or you can settle in and wait until tomorrow."

My stomach twists, heartburn coming out of nowhere to spread fire through my esophagus. "Oh." I could almost forget why I'm here, distracting myself with everything else.

"Tomorrow's just fine—"

"No," I cut in, shaking my head. "I need to talk to her now. The quicker we get answers, the sooner we can get Lisa back."

Vanessa searches my face, her brows drawing together as she weighs the situation in her mind.

After a moment, she steps back, motioning me out of the room. "I'll let Ves know."

"Ves? Oh. Vester." I've never heard her talk about him before, and their curious interactions earlier have me wanting to ask her what's going on.

But I'm not exactly sure how to casually bring up such a level of gossip.

Is it gossip when you're talking to the person in question?

Either way.

"You can stop staring at me like that." Vanessa smiles at me as we head out of the lodge, flanked immediately by two burly wolf shifters I don't recognize.

"Like what?" I ask, feigning innocence for as long as I can. It's embarrassing that she caught me.

Once we're both buckled in and Vanessa shifts into reverse, she says, "Vester and I aren't exactly on talking terms right now."

ooze casual, even if my ears would be perked as high as hell if I was a dog right

you," she adds, flicking a faint smile in my

about the only thing oozing out of me now,

is not distracted during this time of crisis. I think he needs to get his head out

I defend

you, and how he prioritizes you over the pack." She glances at me again, then back to the road. "It's rough

remembering that she and Vester are also fated mates. "It is. How do you

light, she leans back in the seat, glancing in her rearview mirror. "And none of you are hearing a single word of this, or I will personally inform your mates that you've contracted a

backseat,

abuse of power," I whisper, even though they

"Gotta

"I'm not your—"

yes, I know. Not

like that she's

can always hop over the seat and come up

out my mental eardrum. With those hulking brutes? No, thank you. Did you know they picked me up

familiar scenery pass.

the backseat,

in confusion.

to yowl like a cat in heat. "She's

mirror, shaking her head. "The fact that she's able to be around all of

lips quirk as the dog in question begins to sing the song of huskies

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the drive, until one bodyguard finally gives in and reaches into the back, coaxing her up front

the hospital, she's sitting in the middle seat,

head. "Your

have no idea," I mutter, though my mind is elsewhere as

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