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No, I just find it extreme that this helicopter has been used so many times in one day for such trivial things.
But Cevon has stressed how he needs to stay hidden. How he can’t let any of his hunter subordinates know he’s leaving with us, especially not to come to the pride. And, so, we’re doing this super shady and acting like we’re being smuggled out of the country. It’s amusing, even if a little concerning.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I nod. I glance around, the only thing I genuinely feel sad about leaving is the library. “We’ll be back.” His tone is reassuring here, as I turn to study him.
He seems as melancholy as I do about leaving this place, which is strange, because in all the time we’ve spent together, that’s no an emotion I’d think him familiar with.
“We will?” I ask, tilting my head.
He smirks at me. “My fortune resides here, little darkling. I can’t leave it behind.”
Now I can’t help but frown. “Your fortune? Cev, your house has literally nothing in it.”
“I don’t need stuff,” he says, shrugging. “I’ve got a bed to sleep in, a desk to work at, food to eat.”
“Okay, so what is this fortune we’re talking about?”
Now he winks, and ushers me out of the house, without explaining. Similar to Orson, Cevon helps me into his car and buckles me in. He also adjusts the headrest before standing there with a frown on his face.
“What?” I can’t help but snap, the look he’s giving me is not one I appreciate.
“Do you need a booster seat?” he asks. “You’re very short.”
“No,” I hiss, reaching out to tug my door closed. He doesn’t budge, so I can’t shut it, and I grow increasingly annoyed the longer that he stands there. He pulls out his phone, but I’m not sure what he’s doing. The waiting is making me nervous, especially since he keeps pulling faces. “Cevon, get in the fucking car or I’m taking off without you.”
“I’d like to see you try. How tall are you?”
“Why?”
He judges, his beady little eyes scrutinising me up and down. “Four foot?”
“5’2”,” I hiss, barely holding onto my snarl. Even my wolf is pissed since it seems like he’s insulting us. Our lack of height is because she caused us to fail to thrive, and she knows I’m sensitive over that.
It’s a good partnership that we have, when she’s not being ridiculously unreasonable.
“I want to check that once we’re at your home,” he says, and the wording makes my anger dissipate. He’s nervous and trying to control what he can, since we’re going somewhere he really can’t handle. “And if you lied to me, I’ll not be happy.”
“Are you ever happy?”
He pauses before slowly nodding. “Sometimes.”
And with that, he shuts my door and rounds the car. I must be above the minimum height required for a booster seat, and he doesn’t seem very happy about it.
Tough shit.
I’m willing to compromise on a lot, and he’s going to be given a lot of grace due to all his issues, but this is one thing I’m not budging on.
My ass sits in the same fucking seats his does or I do not travel.
As we drive, I text with Micah, my tiger mate, the willing eyes and ears amongst my other mates. He’s more than happy to give me updates on them all, so I know what kind of situation I’m walking into.
And based on his messages, it’s not very good.
There’s two firm camps.
And one camp consists of only my fox mate.
Orson, Atticus, Malachi, and Griffin are firmly in the camp of shooting Cevon as soon as we touch ground and then burying the body so nobody ever knows what happened.
