She nods. “That’s okay. I have a whole box of bands and clips in my locker. Come with me. I’ll grab what we need, and we can get you ready in the ladies’ room down here.”
“Do we have time?” I ask, as she takes my hand in hers.
Smiling, she tells me, “If there’s one thing I live by, it’s that there’s always time for a girl to style her hair. Don’t worry about being late. I’ll take full responsibility if we are.”
I let out a breath as I let her head me back toward the kitchen.
If she’s not worried about getting started late, I don’t have to be either.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Shayne
The ride to Cressidan City is a little more relaxed than I thought it would be. Falcon seems less moody now that we’re on route to meet the stranger he helped rescue. He didn’t complain when I put the radio on a few miles back, and now he’s humming along to the pop song that’s playing.
It’s a good sign, like the kiss he gave me before we left.
Maybe everything will be back to normal after this.
It’s possible that all he really needed was to make sure she was fine.
Truth is, I don’t know how that night affected him. He wouldn’t talk much about it.
But it’s obvious it was a rough situation. The whole thing probably shocked his system.
Alphas are supposed to protect others, especially the most vulnerable.
Seeing evidence of an Alpha who did the complete opposite must have been awful.
I can’t imagine what that must have felt like.
There’s no question that it hurt Falcon.
He wouldn’t have needed this trip so badly if it hadn’t affected him so deeply.
My lead Alpha might seem tough, but he’s more compassionate than most.
Once we get into the city, I clear my throat and turn the radio down.
“So, what’s the plan once we get inside?”
He glances at me. “The plan. Right.”
“You do have a plan?” I ask, suddenly not certain.
“Of course,” he murmurs.
“Then, do you mind letting me in on it?”
“Well, I have it on good authority that the medical ward is to the right when you get through the main entrance,” he starts. “But that’s not the entrance we’ve been asked to use tonight, so I’m going to need to … improvise, a little.”
I stifle the groan that wants to exit my mouth.
“So, you’re saying there’s no real plan?”
“I’m saying I’ll have to go “looking for a bathroom” while you stay in the ballroom, making sure no one suspects your pack-mate might be wandering around the academy looking for the medical ward.”
“Oh, God.”
