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I’d never trust Bishop Barrington buying snacks or playing cards. He picks weird, crumbly cookies with French labels and always hustles the table.
But he used to disinfect my knee scrapes like a surgeon.
Bish would never hurt me.
Plus, I really don’t want to raw-dog this flight. “How long until they start working?”
“Before Dutch steals you away.” He slides out of the car, lifting me with him, princess-style.
I hug his neck. Don’t want to fall if I’m going to pass out. “You don’t have to lie for me. Just don’t tell the pack my secrets.”
“My sealed lips are already yours.” His voice drops to a spine-stroking purr. “They can still taste you.”
Whether it’s Bish or the drugs, everything mellows.
Jet fuel and the plane idling on the tarmac only make me sleepy—at least until a bear-cub alpha bulls down the rolling steps. “Solly!”
“Close your eyes,” Bish whispers.
I obey.
Dutch bounds over, anxious enough to pounce. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Is she hurt?”
“She’s sleeping,” Bishop lies, tilting my head into his softly rumbling chest. “Don’t wake her with your bellowing.”
“Okay, okay, but can I carry her? You—”
“I’m more than capable of tossing you around, let alone our precious, delicate mate. Get on the plane before we lose our taxi slot.”
His order doesn’t have a drip of dominance, but I shiver like I’m already under his whip.
Just as affected, Dutch bounds up the steps.
Bish singes the ridge of my ear with a whisper. “We’ll be safe on land by the time you wake.”
“Bish,” I murmur, but my lashes are too heavy. “Don’t…”
“Sleep, my queen. I won’t let your knights peek underneath your armor.”
Tying off the reins on my scent, I fall into the welcoming darkness.
I’ll fly us to the island.
Strap Solly on my back, go full battery bunny and flap south to snuggle with my girl all winter.
If Bish would let me fucking hold her.
He hits the top step of the rolling stairway, cradling our mate. I launch a palm to protect her head from the door hatch.
Bish snarls like the last time I jizzed his silkies. “Do you think I’d let our mate so much as shed an eyelash?”
“It’s not that.” Feels like he has five fingers clenching my kidney. One wrong squeeze, and I’ll fucking die, slow and screaming.
Like, I’m terrified to lose Mom and Dany.
I’d be destroyed if anything happened to our pack.
But I need Solly to breathe.
