Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
Luka, Jeremiah, and Adriel crammed their massive frames into the very back row, leaving the spacious middle row for me, Novalee, and Nina.
As Ian started the engine and the tyres crunched over the gravel, Novalee handed me a thermos. "Drink this. It is the herbal blend I prepared yesterday. It stabilizes the nerves."
I took a sip of the warm, soothing tea, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window as the trees of the estate began to blur past. The silence in the car was comfortable, but my mind was spinning with questions about our new allies.
I leaned forward, tapping Treasure on her shoulder. "Hey, Treasure. Can I ask you something personal?"
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