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"We need some training sessions again," she admitted. "I think I want to go back down to the ring in two or three weeks. I know I haven't gotten soft, but I'm gonna need a session or two with you to ensure I'm on point."
"Just say the word and I'll have the gym available for just us," I assured her. I was sure the safe house had a few gyms, but Willow and I enjoyed the feel of an actual ring and a somewhat foreign environment.
Though we'd been going to the gym in question rather regularly, they changed the interior every week down to the smell so your brain would always be on alert.
"Good," she replied as she closed her eyes.
There wasn't much conversation after that, the two of us lost in our thoughts as we were driven towards Willow's old place. We were passing by to make the tabloids go crazy, but I knew Onyx would be waiting for us in the second Royce.
He wasn’t around throughout the visit, but I knew without a doubt that he was watching what Willow did. We'd have to discuss it privately once we were back at the safe house, but I was sure it had left him just as intrigued as the incident made me.
Checking my phone, I frowned at the notification.
If you're too serious, you'll let a butterfly slip out of your fingers.
Secure the windows. We need to talk.
- M.Z.
I tried to ignore the way my stomach flipped as I read message, my eyes quickly looking over to Willow, only to notice her slow breathing.
"Willow?" I inquired.
She stirred just slightly, taking a deep inhale before letting it out while she slowly leaned to one side until she was resting against my shoulder. I remained still while I continued to assess her breathing, and after a solid minute, I knew she'd fallen asleep out of exhaustion.
Not forced to fall unconscious for this potential conversation.
Moving my right arm to slip around Willow to secure her in my hold, I looked at the phone in my left hand, reading the message again before sighing.
"Might as well get it over with. It has been a while since we've last checked in."
I love how you talk with your brain when danger looms, but react with your cock when anything revolves around Willow.
"Now, now. Whose fault is it for having their wolf fall for the woman they swore to protect? Oh, right. Clearly, you can blame your internal feelings on me, your poor, innocent wolf that keeps your ass alive half the time because you're more focused on daydreaming about stripping Willow out of that tight, sexy black dress of hers rather than realizing the massive aura of the driver when he purposely flashed it."
His words shut me up real fast, and he chuckled.
"Ya. I caught you slipping because you were focused on the rise of Willow's dress when she got into the car, and of course her perfect cleavage. You should be grateful to have a wolf like me."
I decided to ignore him and get focused on securing the windows of the car. I called to my magic, the effortless move immediately cloaking the car's internal surroundings. As an extra measure, I blanketed Willow's body with a protective layer, my grip on her shoulder tightening as I further pressed her into my side.
Not a second later the dividing glass began to roll down, the car coming to a stop due to the bumper-to-bumper traffic ahead.
One look in the rear-view mirror revealed those prism eyes that I remembered from many years ago. I'd have to punch myself for somehow managing not to see through his facade, but it was far too late now.
We're trapped in his web now, and there's no way out until he's said what needs to be shared.
"Long time, Viktor," the driver greeted with a smile that brightened his entire face. I could see the wash of wisdom that took over his expression before the illusion that gave him the appearance of a young driver fell and revealed his mature features.
He placed the car on auto-pilot, pressing another button to lean his chair back enough so he could stretch while leaning into the heated leather seats.
"Isn't it a fine winter evening?" he inquired. "We haven't had sunsets like this in a good while. Maybe a sign from the Universe?"
His eyes moved to meet mine in the mirror once more before the colorful orbs slowly looked over to Willow. I held her a little tighter, the action making her mutter something incoherent as she snuggled into my hold.
"She grew up to be outstandingly beautiful," he voiced as his eyes remained on her. "It's also obvious that her magic is awakening."
"Why are you here, Zyair?" I questioned. "You're obviously the culprit of this traffic."
