“Well, you’d better go before he traps you here,” I advised and slid out of the car. “Call me if you have any questions.” I shut the door.
She rolled the window down.
“I forgot to ask you earlier. There’s a job tomorrow for a Quinceañera, do you want to work it with me?”
“Yeah.” That was all she needed to hear before she peeled back and kicked up some gravel as she revved down the road.
“Where is she going?” Alex shouted, running out of the house. I intercepted him, and he quickly side-stepped me. He had another thing coming if he believed it’d be easy to avoid me.
“Stop,” I snapped, putting as much force behind it as I could. Finally, a little reason invaded his eyes. “Verity needs a moment to herself.”
Various emotions flitted over his eyes: Frustration, anger, need.
“But I can’t be away from her, Luna,” he whispered. His eyes created half-moons with his plea. I couldn’t deny he swayed me.
“Listen, I know what I’m talking about. Verity is stubborn; just give her time.”
He was already shaking his head.
“A human fated?” Lucian drawled, leaning against the door jamb. I lifted my eyebrow at my smirking mate.
Lucian’s presence was a force. I swayed toward him, stopping myself from running to him.
Alex’s shoulders dropped.
“Lucian, I can’t be away from her.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You know how delicate being mated to a human can be.”
Lucian sighed.
Alex’s urgency moved me. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Lucian met my eyes and cocked his head, waiting for my decision. Verity had been on edge the rest of our shift, dropping drinks, tripping . . . She liked him as much as she acted like she didn’t.
“Fine,” I gasped, feeling like a traitor. But he seemed desperate. I had no doubt Verity would tell him to fuck off if she truly didn’t want to be with him. “I’ll text you her address, just give her a moment to decompress.”
“Thank you, Luna,” he breathed, relief slumping his shoulders. He rushed past me, right for his car.
Gravel crunched under Lucian’s strides.
“And she likes dogs!” I rolled my lips between my teeth. Lucian’s hand slid across my spine.
“That’s quite the tip, mate,” Lucian murmured into my hair, his voice full of humor.
Verity would have her own Wilder to resist. I knew how futile that was, but at the very least, Alex wasn’t an Alpha with their temperamental nature.
30
While balancing on one foot, I rolled my ankle in a circle, causing the pebbles in front of the Quinceñera venue to crunch. I was hurting. All day, I’d been running back and forth, serving drinks and plates of food. The party was still going, music pumping from inside, but the manager, Deedee, the person filling in for Verity, and I had finished everything we needed to.
Hopefully, she wasn’t pissed at me for giving Alex her address. I mean, he would have found a way to get it anyway if he were anything like his brother.
A sleek new Mercedes roared as it pulled into the parking lot, driving toward me. I squinted. That wasn’t Lucian’s car . . . The black surface of the hood reflected the moon, and it rolled to a stop.
The window lowered. ItwasLucian!
I hurried to it and hopped in.
“Where’s your car?” I said as I buckled myself in.
“This is it.”
