Chapter 132 — “Make sure he's not d**d back there.” I grunted, glancing in the rearview mirror tosee Brandon slumped over.

Clara unbuckled her seatbelt and turned around. I could smell her sugary sweet perfume as hercurly hair brushed against my shoulder. A few muffled jabs sounded from the backseat, and it tookme a few seconds to realize she was poking and prodding at him.

“Get up, Brandon. You lost some blood, quit being a baby. Not all of us have supernatural healing.”She scolded him, “you're lucky I don't just throw you out of this car-hunting me down and making amess of my life.”

Brandon groaned and mumbled something unintelligible, which was proof enough that he hadn'tdied in the backseat of this rusted mustang. I'm sure he'd throw a fit knowing he expired on crackedleather that smelled strongly of tobacco and cat p**s.

“I've called dibs on k*****g him.” I told her, swallowing a manic giggle when she sighed deeply. “AndI am sorry we made a mess of your life, but you have information on something that affectsthousands of people. I hope you understand that I can't just let that go.”

Even though I knew little to nothing about her, I didn't mind Clara. She was a bit skittish, but anyonewho talked to Brandon like that had to have a good personality-even if she did make the mistake ofsleeping with him.

I wasn't nearly as stone-cold as Asher, but I had learned enough from him to know that the leaderof a pack needed to put their people first, and getting this information was what mattered most tome. If protection was what she wanted, we'd provide it-but only on the condition she tell useverything she knew.

“I understand, that's what makes this worse.” She sighed, buckling her seatbelt while providing nofurther explanation.

I had to remind myself to put the car in park when we pulled up to the gas station, because instantlyI spotted the dark tinted windows of Asher’s SUV. He was already out of the vehicle, taking longstrides as he headed straight towards me. I had just enough time to lift my arms, wrapping themaround his neck as his slid around my waist.

My fingers were tangled in the shorter strands of his hair, my forehead tickled by the longer pieceson top. Only the tips of my toes grazed the ground, but it all paled in comparison to the explosionin my chest when his lips met with my own.

I trailed my hands to his face, feeling the sharp edge of his jaw beneath my fingers. Our kiss wasn'tthe desperate, tearful kind you saw in the movies. We weren't clawing at one another as if wecouldn't get enough. His lips moved softly, savoring every taste and touch, until we were bothforced to pull away for air. When he rested his forehead against my own and stared at me with eyesof liquid gold, relief finally blossomed in my chest.

“We were attacked-"

“You're safe,” was all he said.

Not a question or statement, but reassurance because he could see and feel how shaken up, I was.Whether it was the sudden lack of adrenaline or the information I had yet to process, he could tellmy nerves were fried. Touching him, feeling the warmth of his arms around my waist and his breathacross my cheek, it chased away the sense of dread I felt the moment I heard what the elementalwitch said.

I nodded, “I'm safe.”

Asher’s eyes flared with interest when he noticed the tight dress I wore, “why are you wearing that?”Brandon chose that moment to startle awake, banging his head on the roof of the mustang a s hesat up. The SUV Asher had gotten out of pulled forwards, next to the car we had commandeered. Iwas surprised to see Mason and Zeke inside, both of which got out and greeted me with relievedsmiles

Brandon pulled himself out of the mustang, a hand against his head. He steadied himself againstthe side of the car, groaning when Asher looked his way.

“We gonna do this right here? Cause I'll still make you work for it." He grunted, clearly in nocondition to fight.

“I call dibs on k*****g him..." I told Asher, patting his chest. “...besides, we have a lot to talk about.”

I looked at Clara as I said this, who had just gotten out of the passenger side. The sheer robe shewore ended around mid-t***h and was cinched tightly at her waist. She shuddered with every chillygust of wind, brushing back the curls that covered her face. I noticed how she glanced hesitantlytowards Mason and Zeke before inching closer to them. It was her paranoid glances down the streetthat kept me from thinking she were up to anything sinister.

Mason shrugged out of the jacket he wore and held it out to Clara, an unreadable look on his faceas she murmured a “thank you’ and slipped it on. Some of the concern I'd been feeling for himeased when Zeke grinned at him over Clara's shoulder, making him roll his eyes.

Even though I wasn't cold, Asher pulled his leather jacket off and draped it over my shoulders. I wasdrowning in the fabric, but I'd never complain about being surrounded by his scent and lingeringwarmth

We ditched the mustang and headed to the airport Asher had landed at. Taking the pack’s privatejet wasn't best of options, since just about every werewolf had a love/hate relationship withairplanes, but it was our fastest mode of transportation.

The airport was packed with people, rushing about with suitcases rattling behind them, as though itweren't nearing one in the morning. With just a few short words to a service desk clerk, the six of uswere led through a set of doors and down a long stretch of hallway.

I kept my arm tucked around Asher’s waist, molding myself against the side of him while alsokeeping Clara in sight. We were led to a small waiting area, free from all the people that had beentraversing around the airport.

Zeke was the only one who remained standing, looking more and more nervous as the secondsticked away.

"Are you sure we should get on a flying metal box with a witch?” He cleared his throat, his eyesflickering towards Clara. “...no offense, plane crashes are a fear of mine.”

Asher contemplated what he said and nodded, “he’s got a point.”

It was true, there was plenty room for concern since we had no clue what Clara could do. There wasno point in asking Brandon, not when he was especially clueless about most things. It wouldn'tsurprise me to hear he knew nothing about the girl he'd been sleeping with-other than her being awitch.

I had no gut feeling telling me she'd magically c***h the plane or send it freefalling mid- flight, butthat brought little comfort. What I hadn't expected was for Clara to defend herself. Her face heldbravery, but there was no missing the flicker of intimidation when she met Asher's stare with one ofher own.

“The witches that attacked us saw me with your girlfriend, the only reason I'm here and not runningfar from all of you is because I have no way to protect myself when they come searching for me. Iwasn't raised a snitch, but those witches won't just k**I me and be done with it.” She huffed, tryingto calm her shaky voice.

The way her hands trembled, and leg bounced, all of it told me she was telling the truth. This thingthat was going on, she had wanted no part of it. It wasn't just Brandon and I she'd been avoiding.All it took was one look shared between Asher and I to know we were on the same page.

“Mate. Lola is my mate, not my girlfriend.” Asher said, both correcting and distracting her.

"What's the difference?” She asked curiously, no longer bouncing her leg.

I tilted my head at her, “you've been hooking up with a werewolf and don't know what mates are?”When I turned my head to give Brandon a questioning look, he shrugged and said, “she’s adopted,”as though that explained everything.

“There's a huge difference.” Asher replied, “One is based off a crush, the other a bond that bringstogether who halves of the same soul. A bond like that leaves a mark.”

“I was raised by humans, and as long as Brandon was single, I had no reason to care about werewolfstuff-not until recently, anyway.” She explained. Her eyes homed in on the mark that stood outagainst Asher's pale skin before they searched for mine. I knew what observation she had madebefore she said it, “you have two marks...is that normal?”

“No, it's not normal at all.” I sighed; thankful I was spared from explaining further when theattendant popped her head in to let us know the plane was ready.

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