Page 65 of Moonlight & Mayhem

“You always sound like you're complaining,” Chris said.

Mayhem muttered, “They’re definitely going to be a problem.” Moon elbowed him without taking her eyes off Chris.

Chris turned toward Tempest. “When do we leave?”

“In the morning,” Tempest said.

“No.” Tempest’s eyebrows lifted, and Chris continued. “If they took Moon’s file tonight, they’re moving.”

“You died less than an hour ago,” Tempest reminded.

“I got better,” Chris insisted. The room went quiet. Moon watched the two women stare at each other. Christmas wasn't challenging Tempest’s authority, not really. She was doing what a VP was supposed to do by saying what her Prez might not want to hear.

Finally, Chris said, “If they're moving against us, waiting gives them the advantage.”

Tempest’s jaw tightened, and Howler nodded. “She’s right.”

Tempest glared at him. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am,” he said.

“Doesn’t feel like it,” she breathed.

Chris smiled faintly. “We leave at dusk.” Moon checked the clock on the wall and noted that it would give them just about six hours before they had to ride.

Tempest looked at her. “We?”

“I'm the only one who knows the road,” Chris insisted.

“From your dreams,” Tempest pointed out.

“Still counts,” Chris defended.

Chrome stepped beside her. “I’m going.”

Chris didn’t even look at him. “Didn't ask.”

“Still going,” he said.

Mayhem pushed away from the exam table. Moon immediately said, “No.”

He stared at her. “I didn't say anything.”

“You were about to,” she said.

“Was going to say I'm going too,” Mayhem said.

“You are poisoned,” she reminded.

“You're going, right?” he asked.

“I'm not poisoned,” she said.

“You're my mate,” he growled. The room went silent, and Moon stared at him as Mayhem stared back. Her wolf whispered one word. Ours. Moon sighed.

“You can barely feel your left hand,” she said.

“Can now,” he said, looking down at where her hands rested on his chest.