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“I’ll ensure Saint knows the fine details.” I knew the fae was spooked by Saint, which was why I brought him up.
That would stop him from trying to score a date with my Forbidden Queen.
Squeezing Willow’s hand, I smirked. “We’ll be off.”
We turned around, but he spoke up before we could depart.
“Whatever you’re doing to get your sight back, keep doing it,” he quietly commented. I looked over my shoulder to meet his intrigued gaze. His head was tilted to one side again. "Your corneas are healing. I figured you deserved to know.” There was a knock on the door and he sighed. “The cleaners are here. Best leave,” he encouraged. “Take the side exit.”
“Thanks.” The single word of gratitude covered multiple areas and he understood that. Willow, surprisingly, didn’t say farewell as the two of us used the side exit.
We were outside in a few steps through a pitch-black hallway, in an alleyway where a bright red BMW F 900 XR was parked, left for our disposal.
“Well,” Willow began, “that was unexpected.”
“That’s a normal occurrence when it comes to McClair,” I announced. “I would have formally introduced you but I’m sure he already knew who you were.”
I offered her the red helmet, noticing the way she was grinning at me.
“What?”
“You weren’t going to introduce me,” she voiced like it was obvious.
“Why not?”
“The fae was clearly intrigued by my tattoos on my legs, and you had that look in your eyes that made me worry you’d reserve a canvas in his honor,” she revealed and took the helmet from my grasp. She slipped it on with ease before lifting her arms up and spreading them.
“The canvas would be this fucking big and you’d make sure you took his eyeballs first so he’d never get to the opportunity to check me out again.”
“She’s good,”my wolf praised.
Very good.
“I wouldn’t have killed him,” I reasoned as I worked on blindfolding my eyes once more.
“You and I know you don’t need to ‘permanently’ kill him to get a nice work of art that you can use as a reminder of what you’re capable of."
She read me like an open book.
I went on before she could say another word as I slipped on my helmet and patted the back seat.
“Let’s get moving.”
“Where we going?” she asked. “Cause I swore you said we attract and don’t chase.”
“We do attract,” I assured her. “I’m attracting some pizza that should be at the studio in ten.”
“Pizza?” The mere mention of food had her on the bike and wrapping her arms around my waist in literally a blink. I sighed. “Willow.”
“What?” she questioned, and I could imagine her pouting those lovely lips of hers that were glossed up tonight. Her whole attire gave biker vibes, from her pink bralette to the cropped leather jacket and shorts. Her heels were pink which was one of the only things that didn’t really fit the biker persona, but then again, it flowed well with her overall appearance and short pink strands tipped in a chalky white and swept off to one side.
“You have to tell me when you’re hungry,” I stressed. “You’ve lost weight, you know.”
“Have I?” She sounded oblivious to it. “Well…hmm. I guess I didn’t really eat much on the mountain, and when we got back, we went straight to my place and didn’t eat either. Fuck…I’m really hungry.”
“Let’s get going,” I encouraged.
“Neo.” She stopped me with the softened way she stated my name.
