“Tow truck is on its way,” I confirm. “Apparently, there have been a bunch of accidents tonight. They said to give them thirty minutes.”
Ryland runs a hand through his hair. “Blair and Piper are on their way,” he mutters.
Rowan looks to me, chewing his lip. “Fuck,” he mutters. “She shouldn’t be here. It’s just going to frighten her.”
Even though the three of us are okay, I don’t want Blair to have to see the wreck.
It looks far worse than it actually is.
Besides being on its side, the front of the car is smashed up a bit, and anyone looking at it would assume that the passengers were injured.
It’s a miracle we made it out unscathed.
“It could have been a lot worse,” Ryland says, as if reading my thoughts. “With the rain and all. Holyshit. I can’t believe that just happened.”
A few bystanders had stopped by, but after they saw we were okay, they took off, leaving us on the side of the road to wait for the tow truck. A car comes into view, and I recognize the faces of Blair and Piper. Relief washes over me when I see my scent match, and my chest rumbles with anticipation.
I scent Blair before she exits the car. Piper throws on her hazard lights while the three of us head toward the vehicle, and when Blair steps out and throws herself in my arms, I sense something is wrong.
She looks like a ghost. Her skin is white, her eyes wide, and her face twisted in agony when she buries it in my chest.
“We’re okay,” I promise her, a purr forming in my chest. “We’re okay.”
She keeps her face buried in my chest and shakes her head silently. I rock her back and forth on the side of the road, placing my hand at the back of her head and holding her close to me.
Her sweet Omega scent has soured with acidic lemon.
She’s not alright at all.
“It’s going to be a tight fit,” Piper says. “But let’s get into my car until the ambulance comes, okay?”
Blair sucks in a breath at the wordambulance, and my purr intensifies.
“We’re not calling one,” I say evenly. “We’re all okay.”
“What the hell?” Piper argues. “Did you see the wreckage you just crawled out of? At least get your ass to the hospital and get checked out.”
Blair continues trembling in my arms.
“Pipe, we just got a couple scratches and bruises, nothing else,” Rowan says. “If it still hurts tomorrow, I’ll go see a doctor, how about that?”
Piper looks at Blair, then to the three of us. “Fine. As long as you three agree to get checked out if you feel worse.”
I nod. “Whatever works.” I press a kiss to the top of Blair’s head, then shoot a worried glance at Piper.
Piper frowns at her friend and sighs. “Just…let’s get out of the rain.”
We pile into Piper’s car with Blair seated on my lap.
She still hasn’t spoken.
I continue my purring for her with Rowan and Ryland sitting on either side of me. One of us could sit up front, but I’ll be damned if I let go of my Omega right now.
“Is she—” Rowan starts to ask, but I shake my head.
“Leave it,” I snap. Her scent doesn’t stop souring until there’s nothing left but citrus in the air.
Blair’s floral, honeyed aroma is replaced with the essence of her fear. “You’re the cause of this, anyway. You can’t fucking drive.”
