I'm reluctant to leave Ivy's side, but Vanessa thinks my presence might actually be worsening the fever.
So—reluctantly—I leave the hospital, followed by my silent and shadowy entourage of guards. It kind of feels like there are more of them now. I can't really keep up, but I've gotten used to having them around.
But apparently, even with a giant mob of wolves surrounding me, I can still be snuck up on.
"Ava."
Before my brain recognizes the warm voice, I jump near out of my skin. It's dark out now, and my observational skills are (clearly) a little lacking. Probably due to the fact that I'm constantly surrounded by professionals who do it for me.
"Jesus, Lucas. You could warn a girl first."
His rich laughter wraps around me, warming my anxiety-ridden heart, as his arm slides around my waist. The solid weight of him against my side blocks the wind, but all our layers keep the heat of his skin away from me. Proper shifters are always so warm. He's like my own personal heater.
