Helanie:
"I can’t believe you did that. Don’t you know Rayden would rather kill you in the deep mountains than help you?" Lamar hissed, just as I had expected.
"You think it will be that easy for him to kill ? Lamar, I will be fine. Besides, you and Penn will be there, and so will Sage," I said, but it seed to upset Lamar even more.
"Since when did you start trusting Penn? Don’t you rember the claims he made about wearing the jacket—" he could go on and on, so I had to interrupt.
"Lamar, if we started accusing everyone, we’d go nuts. As for Rayden, he already got his punishnt. And yes, we’ll punish him more, but right now, I want to strengthen my powers and wake up my wolf," I argued, feeling bad because I was worried sobody might hear us.
"Huh? And Rayden will help you with it?" Lamar almost yelled before calming himself down. Then he added, "Ugh! You know, Jenny didn’t reject Rayden? I’m so confused why she didn’t. Our whole purpose for that humiliation was to hit him with a rejection so his pain would double," he complained, but I had already made it clear to Jenny that I wasn’t going to question her choices.
"I don’t know. It’s a mate thing. Put yourself in her shoes. She cheated too, so—" I shut up when Lamar narrowed his eyes at .
"Helanie, you’re speaking like a different person right now. I can’t believe it was so easy for them to soften you," he sounded so disappointed in , and that hurt.
I didn’t want our friendship to be ruined, but he needed to understand and trust . "Lamar, I’m not softening toward them. I just believe it would be much better if Rayden just left alone. I don’t want so many people coming after ," I almost whispered, avoiding making eye contact with Lamar since he kept glaring at like I’d said sothing outrageous.
"Helanie—" I finally took a deep breath and responded with a serious look.
"They don’t co after you, Lamar. They’re always after . They try to take down. And if I don’t get them off my back, they’ll go digging through the packs for my records. Then what? They’ll find the truth, and I’ll be in trouble. So please, don’t push into this crazy drama every day." I instantly regretted saying that to him because he looked so hurt.
"Okay, got it. I won’t push you into anything, but don’t expect to walk away from this ss you’ve started. I’ll still be on your side and make sure you don’t ss up," he pointed his finger at my face and muttered through clenched teeth, "Now go say goodbye to your friends and co to where I parked my bike. I’ll drop you ho." He was so aggressive in his body language. I wondered if he’d even get back ho safely.
He walked away like he said he would, and I stayed in my spot, staring into space. That’s when I pulled out my phone to send him a text.
"Hey," Salem’s voice startled as she approached. I turned and gave her a disdainful look.
"I’ve been aning to have a word with you," she said, sounding much more polite than usual, but I didn’t have ti for her.
"Save whatever lie you’re here to tell. I don’t have the energy for it," I dismissed her with a wave of my hand and walked off after Lamar.
I didn’t go back to Penn and the others. I’d et them soon enough when we were on the hunt for the lycan.
Once I sat behind Lamar, I noticed him put his phone in his pocket. He seed more relaxed now that so ti had passed.
He dropped off at ho and rode away. As I walked up to the porch, I raised my head, not really thinking about anything, and caught sight of sothing in the window by the front door. I had to squint to make sure I wasn’t imagining it.
It was my mother.
She was watching . The mont she noticed I had caught her, she quickly stepped back. I rushed to the door and got inside, but she was nowhere in sight. Was she checking on to catch making mistakes?
"You seem weak now. Please, have so cookies," a voice called out, raspy and familiar. I knew it was Charlotte. She always spoke that way when she was trying to be extra persuasive.
But who was she trying to convince to eat cookies? Out of curiosity, I crept toward the kitchen and peeked inside.
There she was, standing in a blue gown, talking to none other than Maximus.
"I’m not really in the mood for anything sweet," Maximus said, leaning back from the cookie plate she was holding so close to his face, it looked like she might smash it into him if he didn’t take one.
"Then I’ll cook you sothing else. Tell what you’d like to eat," she insisted, putting the cookies down and stepping in his way as he tried to leave the kitchen.
"I’ll cook sothing for myself," he replied, his voice sounding tired and low. I wished she’d take the hint, but Charlotte was known for making dumb decisions.
"No! I’ll cook for you. I’ve been learning recipes online, but I have no one to try them on. Please, let cook for you," she pleaded. She was probably lying. There was no way she only wanted to cook for him because she needed soone to test her dishes. She had her mom, my mom, and even Lord McQuoid. She could feed anyone her food. But no, she chose Maximus.
Which reminded of what Maximus had told about her hitting on him and trying to sleep with him.
"Charlotte, I don’t really want to die. If you want a guinea pig—" Maximus joked in a deadpan tone, but she started laughing and lightly slapping his chest, pretending to be playful.
"Oh my, you’re so naughty," she giggled. Then, to my shock, she leaned forward and tried to reach for his lips.
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