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I do find it interesting, though, that for a man who considers himself such a big villain, that he was upset about the thought of having to hurt them.
“Luna,” the pilot greets, smiling at me. “Alpha Phoenix has told me this is your first time on a helicopter.”
“It is,” I reply, smiling back. Cevon growls under his breath, but I just squeeze his hand tighter. We’re not here to pick fights or get jealous that a man old enough to be my father is smiling at me.
He’s unmated, so that may be the issue, but the seven mates I have is more than enough.
“Luna,” the man to the pilot’s side says, nodding his head at me. He turns to Cevon with a wary smile. “I’m the one who is meant to be driving your car back to the pride, Mr Phoenix.”
“If I find even one scratch, I’ll—”
I kick Cevon, and smile at the man. “If there’s a scratch, Cevon will understand it was not your fault,” I say, sweetly. “Thank you for coming to meet us out here.”
“Anytime, Luna,” the pilot says. The man to his side is extremely nervous, sweat is literally dripping down his face. I swipe the keys from Cevon, hand them to him, and he all but runs away from us.
“Weakling,” Cev mutters, but before I can kick him again, the pilot laughs and nods.
“Voss already warned him,” the pilot says. “Are we ready to go?”
We both nod, and it doesn’t take too long to head off once we’re all buckled in. In movies, it seems to take ages for planes to depart, and I just presumed that this would be the same.
But it doesn’t. Maybe because we’re in a random ass field rather than an airport? It’s not until we’re up in the air that I realise something I never knew about myself.
I very much hate flying.
Like, so badly, hate it. My eyes are squeezed shut, my hands gripping the armrests, as I try to block out the loud sound of the propellers. It’s terrifying, and my wolf agrees. She’s panicking inside my head, determined to be back on the ground.
I’m glad Griffin loves it, but it’ll probably never be something I willingly do again.
There’s a small clicking noise before Cevon’s voice comes through the headset. It’s crackly, despite him sitting right next to me, but it relaxes me a tiny fraction.
“It’s not a long flight,” he reassures me. His hand squeezes my knee, and he keeps it there for the entire flight, and doesn’t attempt to talk anymore.
The ride is smooth, if a little loud, and it’s not until we land that my heart finally starts to beat normally. That was an adrenaline rush I did not ask for and have absolutely no intention on repeating.
“I took you the longer way around,” the pilot says as Cevon helps me out. The pilot grins at us, like he did us a favour. “Dusk is such a beautiful time to fly.”
“We appreciate it,” I say, despite the snarl that Cevon delivers. My mate spent the entire flight smelling my fear, and it turns out we took a longer route home. I understand Cev’s annoyance, but the man wasn’t being malicious—quite the opposite, actually. “Thank you so much for getting us here safely.”
“It was my honour, Luna,” he replies, dipping his head before gesturing to the car behind us. “That’s your ride. I hope you’ll call on me if you want to go out again.”
I nod and tug Cevon over to the car despite him dragging his feet.
“Why didn’t you tell him you hated it?” Cevon asks quietly.
“Because he was so excited,” I reply, shrugging. “My legs still feel shaky.” He laughs and lifts me into his arms, causing me to laugh with him. “I’m getting the princess treatment right now, it seems.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, normally, I get the brat treatment,” I say, pressing my lips to his ear as the driver of the car opens the back seat for us. In a whisper, I murmur, “And I most definitely prefer the brat treatment.”
He puts me in the car and nudges me over with a weird look on his face. I quickly buckle up, and he glares at the action as we drive off.
I rub my thumb over his knuckles, the smell of his anxiety filling the car the further away from the field we go.
“Please don’t hold anything they say about me over me,” he whispers, his words sounding like a desperate plea.
“I’d never,” I say firmly. I believe myself when I say that, knowing that he’s a complicated man, and there’s a lot he’s done.
