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“Why did that feel so right?” he whispers harshly. “So perfect?”
At this moment, I recognize the voice in my head for what it was. I have no doubt whatsoever that it was my soul guiding me in the right direction.
“Because it was.”
22
Makayla
“Are you heading home?”
I tuck my cell between my shoulder and ear as I walk across the parking lot on campus. Viking called right when my last class ended. I haven’t seen him since the other night because of school and work, so phone calls have been a staple of our relationship.
Relationship?
Yep. We’re in a relationship. There’s no other way to describe it. I haven’t told anyone because I know they won’t understand, but I will. In time.
“Yeah. I’ve gotta get some research done.”
“So you wouldn’t be up for some company tonight?” he asks suggestively.
Oh, but I would.
“I think I could be persuaded.”
“Well, it’s two o’clock now. How ‘bout I come over around nine? Does that give you enough time to get stuff done?”
I mentally recap what is on my list of topics to review. “Should be.” I reach my car, and a piece of paper on the windshield catches my eye. “What the…”
“Makayla, what’s wrong?” Viking asks.
“There’s a note on my car.”
Grabbing the slip of copy paper, I unlock the driver’s door and slide into it. When I open the folded note, my breath catches.
You’re pushing your luck
“A note?”
“Yeah, um…” I glance around the lot and don’t spot anyone. “I thought the first one was a fluke, but now I’m not so sure.”
“The first one?”
I heave a sigh and lean back against the seat. “Not that long ago, I came out of my house to a note on my car that said ‘you’ll regret this’. The one now says ‘you’re pushing your luck’.”
“Send me your location,” he demands. “I’m coming to get you.”
“No, no. I’ll be fine.”
“Makayla,” he growls. “Send me that location. Now.”
I let out a pent-up breath in relief. “Okay. I’ll see you when you get here.”
Fifteen minutes later, the rumble of a motorcycle breaks through the otherwise silent air. I twist in my seat and see Viking riding down the lanes, coming to a stop behind my car. He’s off his bike and at my window like a shot.
“Thanks for coming,” I say after rolling my window down.
“I protect what’s mine,” he says simply. “And make no mistake, Makayla, you’re mine. No matter what happens, you’re mine, and you always will be.”
