Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 209

209 Grace: Commando

209 Grace: Commando

“Hey! Give it back!”

Then I see Ron rolling his eyes.

So I just reply faintly, “Oh.”

My first instinct is to bolt outside. Whatever’s happening between them, Ron shouldn’t be facing Caine alone. He might be tall and overly responsible, but he’s still just a kid.

Damn.

A plaintive whine from the bathroom interrupts my search.

But my mind keeps circling back to a different, safer question, and I try to change the subject without much subtlety, pointing emphatically at the unconscious body we’re all ignoring. “More importantly, why was your guy trying to break down our door? He was threatening us!”

Well, let’s be honest.

I drop my eyes to the grass between us, suddenly fascinated by the remnants of a dandelion, puff–free. Heat crawls up my neck, and I desperately wish I had a pair of panties. Somehow, this situation would feel easier to deal with if I was.wearing underwear.

Ah, shit. I’m not ready for this conversation.

“That dog has issues,” Ron mutters, dropping his hand from his head.

I’d regretted keeping our relationship a secret when Ellie was chasing me down, but it isn’t like we’ve had a conversation about going public yet.

Caine’s eyes don’t even flicker toward his unconscious subordinate. Instead, his gaze locks onto mine with laser focus, his expression hardening. “Why was Raphael here?”

But still, he shouldn’t be outside-

Lyre and I might have bonded over supernatural disasters and hair dye, but we are absolutely not panty–sharing close. There are boundaries, and that’s definitely one of them.

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Okay, it’s not really rocket science–the frown on his face gives it away more than his

tense shoulders.

Things are getting complicated.

Clearing my throat, I point at the unconscious Lycan several feet away and bring up the most pressing issue at hand. “Can you take that away?”

But instead of giving him a confident amount of sass, I mumble, “It’s really nothing. He showed up, spouted a bunch of nonsense, and I handled it.”

I have to go commando.

Belatedly, I realize he’s asking for a high–five, and I give it to him with a faintly puzzled feeling. Was this a high–five worthy moment?

Caine’s voice deepens, sending an awkward quiver through me. “Grace. Why aren’t you telling me the truth?”

One tiny jar of applesauce can make an enormous mess.

If it doesn’t feel any different, kudos to you, but me? I feel naked.

Ron says, “I had the same reaction,” and lifts his hand in my

direction.

All I find in the drawers is an assortment of lace, silk, and what appears to be something made entirely of straps, and none of it is mine. I close that drawer quickly.

“Sorry…”

Peering around the edge of the door, I find Ron scowling at me, one hand rubbing the back of his head where the door must have connected. His dark eyes narrow with teenage affront, and I smile weakly.

I scoff.

Sadie, completely oblivious to the chaos she’s caused, bounds down the camper steps and side–steps Caine warily before bounding into the grass to to

quat.

“Come on, guys. Watch her. Just–don’t let her choke, okay? Two minutes.”

“Outside,” Jer says, fiddling with the TV remote. Now that we’re hooked up to electricity, the RV has full wi–fi access via something–or–another and they’re browsing the TV, arguing on the merits of turtles with access to samurai swords versus kids

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bitten by radioactive spiders and acquiring superhuman prowess.

Shut

1. up.

It makes sense in my head.

And I did handle it. Sort of. I slapped him and then kneed his balls and he fell down the stairs, and I’m pretty sure that counts as handling it.

How many awards can I accrue in a day? I’m probably going to end up in the Guinness book of records.

Apparently it was, because he shoots me a lopsided grin, apparently harboring no ill will for smashing the back of his head in with the door. Then again, that was technically Sadie’s fault.

Seems like it.

My puzzled smile freezes and I shoot him a wary look. “What do you mean, ‘talked‘ to

them?”

“Just a little longer, girl,” I call through the door. “As soon as I find some clothes.”

Pulling on a pair of Lyre’s clean jeans, which are a size too small and give me serious muffin top syndrome, tug at the crotch area a few times, wishing the spandex percentage was at least doubled.

“I know, I know. It’s not my fault Bun decided to use applesauce as a projectile weapon. Give me a bit and I’ll take you outside to dry off.”

Man, life is weird these days.

Bun has no clean clothes. Zero. Zilch. She’s now running around naked with a diapered bottom, Ron’s missing, and I’m out of underwear.

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Like, seriously embarrassing. Who wants to tell their mate their ex came by and tried to make it seem like being their mistress was some great honor? Seriously, it makes me feel dirty and gross and I still haven’t really wrapped my brain around the stupidity of

Another whine, this one distinctly accusatory. I can sense it. I may not be a professional dog trainer, but this whine definitely says something like Can you urry up? I’m dying in here.

I stare at him with mild exasperation, not sure if I’m happy or irritated. Or just relieved. No, wait; not exactly relieved. If he sends a guardian spy to follow my every move, what am I going to do when Caeriel calls me over again…?

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