Helanie:
"So, how were they?" Emt asked as I left the mansion. Thankfully, I had to leave before Charlotte and her mother started bothering . The family had returned a few minutes ago, so I was all set to go.
They did question Emt about what I was doing there, and he confidently told them to never interfere in his business. Well, everybody knew not to ss with Emt’s guests, so I guess I was fine for now.
"They are so adorable, but they did tell that you don’t like them. Why is that?" I asked as we took a short walk toward the road.
"They aren’t wrong."
It hurt when I heard Emt respond like that.
"Okay, I’ll head ho now." I didn’t know why I expected so compassion from him.
"Hey, did I upset you?" I heard him call for , quickly catching up when I attempted to speed away.
I turned to him and only gave him a look, and he understood. "I don’t hate them. I’m just not really good with kids."
The way he quickly corrected himself brought a smile to my lips. "You can always try. Having a family is a blessing."
He nodded his head, looking around with his hands in his pockets. "I’ll pick you up from the academy tomorrow. Would that be okay?" he asked, making nod.
"Sure," I replied.
"You can finish your work or whatever gathering you have with your friends by five. I’ll be staying at the academy until then anyway," he added.
Even though I knew why he was trying to delay going ho, I kept my lips sealed.
It was pretty obvious that he didn’t want to be at ho with the kids. But why?
"Okay, Lamar is here," I checked my phone and inford him.
"Sure. Goodnight," he nodded, handing a brown envelope—my first salary from him.
I reluctantly accepted it. Though, when grabbing the envelope from his hands, our fingers brushed. It might not have fazed him, but it definitely fazed . His touch was so comforting and gentle, even when his hands and fingers looked like they had their own separate gym.
"Goodbye," I uttered shyly, walking away from him.
Back in school, my teachers used to be the most annoying creatures. Having such a handso professor and actually getting his attention was sothing I had never experienced before.
"So, how were they?" Lamar asked, sitting on his bike and waiting for to reach him.
"The cutest kids ever, and they were so nice to ," I replied, hopping onto the back of his bike.
"Where to now?" He already knew what I had in mind.
"To Benita’s."
It was ti to have a little chat with Kaidon. I chose this ti because there wouldn’t be much of an audience around, and I would get to confront him easily. Lamar started his bike, and soon we were headed to the pack’s border.
I was anxious about how he would react to . Would he attempt to kill or just mock like Rayden used to?
He must be even harder to deal with since we were the reason his friend died a horrible death.
I could expect all sorts of crazy shit from him.
We arrived at Benita’s café at just the right ti. The very last custors were leaving, so we headed inside before they closed.
Benita was standing behind the counter, saying goodbye to her employees.
"Goodnight," the last server said as she headed to the door.
"Sorry, you two arrived late." Now that no one else was around, Benita wasn’t all smiles with us.
"I’m not here for food. I’m here to see your son," I said, my tone steady.
"Huh?" Her face contorted like I had shoved my hand down her throat and grabbed her heart in my fist.
"Did your stepbrothers send sothing for him?" She convinced herself that I had a good reason to ntion her son’s na.
"Yeah, sure," Lamar held my hand, stopping from telling her the truth.
Benita wasn’t a fool—she noticed the hesitation in our body language.
"What is it? You can give it to ." She held out her hand, expecting to hand sothing over.
We knew Kaidon was ho because Lamar had spied on him earlier today while I was busy with the twins.
"I was only asked to deliver the news to him," I said, cocking my head and using a more confident tone this ti.
"Well then, I’m sorry. Either they co here to deliver it themselves, or you say it in front of ." She folded her arms over her chest, her tone harsher now. Of course, she wouldn’t argue the sa way if they were around. This was how she acted when it was just and Lamar.
"Is he ho?" Lamar took over, gently pushing out of her line of sight.
"No! He went out. But why are you two looking for him?" She sounded more hostile now as she threw that question at us.
"Are you trying to—befriend my son or sothing?" That slipped out of her mouth, probably without much thought.
All because she thought her son was so big deal. She had no idea he was in deep shit.
"Let’s go," I turned to Lamar, making it clear that if she didn’t have any information for us, she was useless.
"Hey! You better stay away from my son, you blonde. He’s a good kid, and he’s trying to do sothing for himself. He will only accept fated mates."
She had the nerve to say it without finding anything suspicious about us asking for him. She didn’t even consider that I wasn’t hitting on her son.
I turned to her and grunted, sizing her up and down with the most disgusted look I could muster.
She was instantly offended, but Lamar grabbed my hand and dragged out to avoid any argunts. I jumped onto the back of his bike, feeling frustrated that this whole visit had turned out to be aningless.
He started his bike, and just a few minutes in, we noticed another bike take the road ahead of us.
It ca out of nowhere, but I quickly recognized the person riding it.
It was Kaidon.
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