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“At your service, Your Highness,” Jay says as he sets the suitcase down to face me.
“I need you to keep your mouth shut about what you witnessed today,” I tell him, not bothering to at least try to be subtle. “If I even hear the slightest of rumors about my involvement with humans, I’ll automatically assume it came from you. I might not be as scary as my brothers, but trust me when I say that you don’t want to get on my bad side.”
“You have nothing to worry about, Your Highness,” Jay assures me, looking me straight in the eyes.
“Okay,” I say after the longest of seconds, then lean past him and grab my own suitcases. “Load it up, and then go home.”
“Yes, sir,” Jay confirms and goes back to work.
I take my suitcase all the way to the stairs, but instead of taking it up, I leave it on the bottom. I’ve already done more than my fair share of work.
“Everything okay?” Helia asks me when I join her and her two friends on the plane.
“We’re almost ready for take-off,” I reply and smile as I meet her green eyes.
I take a seat next to her as Jessica and Melissa sit opposite us with a table in between. Their faces are full of excitement as they’re undoubtedly traveling in style for the first time in their lives.
“So, are you two also doctors?” I ask to get a conversation going, earning myself two identical looks of surprise that make no sense to me. When I glance at Helia, she averts her eyes down and anxiously nibbles on her lower lip.
“Are you seriously telling me that you never mentioned us?” Jessica accuses Helia with a hint of hurt in her tone.
Idiot, my wolf mutters, realizing the mistake at the same time I did.
“Of course, she did,” I lie quickly, saving Helia from answering. “But I would prefer to hear your stories straight from you. I don’t want to assume that I know you or anything like that.”
Jessica narrows her eyes at me for the longest of moments. Even though I try to be a picture of nonchalance, I’m the exact opposite. The palms of my hands might be casually pressed against my thighs, but that’s just to hide the slight tremble as I’m under her scrutiny. My brows might be questioningly lifted up, but even that’s in an attempt to narrow my own eyes at her and put her in her place.
“Nice save,” she says at last, the corners of her mouth lifting up as she gives me a smile that brightens up her face.
“She’s a trauma surgeon,” Helia explains, finally speaking up and giving me information that explains why her friend is so good under pressure. “Melissa’s a general surgeon.”
“Very nice,” I say with an approving nod.
“What do you do?” Melissa asks, returning the spotlight back to me. Even Helia turns her head, although her expression is carefully controlled so her two friends wouldn’t realize that she has no idea either.
Drink, fuck, repeat, my wolf jokes with a low chuckle. While he’s clearly enjoying himself, I don’t appreciate his humor or its timing.
“I, umm, work in my father’s company,” I say awkwardly, my brain suddenly coming up with all blanks.
“It must be a very successful company if you’re able to afford a private jet,” Melissa comments, but it’s not a jab. She actually sounds impressed.
“What does it do?” Jessica asks, taking over the interrogation.
“A bunch of confidential government and military stuff,” I reply without saying too much. I mean, it’s impossible to explain the humans how the wolf’s system functions. The hierarchies and the marriage arrangements alone are far too confusing for them to even understand much less appreciate the importance of keeping the royal line pure and powerful.
You could definitely work on the powerful part¸ my wolf comments with an added emotion down the connection.
What is that? I ask him, having trouble pinpointing what he wants me to feel. Anger? Disappointment? Annoyance?
All of the above, he mutters. We could’ve done so much more. We could’ve actually been someone, but no, all you want to do is fuck and drink.
What’s wrong with that? I argue. Besides, we are someone.
Only because we got lucky in the family department, he counters. We’re almost twenty-eight years old and there’s nothing we can be proud of. We don’t even have an actual job.
Do you want to spend your days locked up in the office, fighting a headache as we’re trying to crunch a bunch of stupid numbers? I snap, slowly losing patience with his whining.
No, he replies firmly, then sighs. But there has to be something better waiting for us out there.
