Damien tugged open the door. "Thank you for what?" he asked.
"For not cock blocking you last night," Kyllian said dryly as he slid into the passenger seat, stretching his legs out.
Damien's eyes flared. "Keep talking, wolf, and I'll make sure the next date is in your bed."
"Try it," Kyllian growled.
*****
Morvakar was just leaving the castle grounds. He was on his way to Thessa. He was convincing himself this would be a "casual" visit when the roar of an engine shattered the calm.
A car revved to a dramatic stop directly in his path, dust curling up around its tires. Morvakar froze mid-step, lips pursing. Of course. He let out a long, put-upon sigh, one hand rubbing at his temple. "Unreasonably dramatic," he muttered.
The window rolled down, revealing Kyllian's head poking out with wolfish impatience. "Get in!" he barked.
He raised one elegant brow as if the command were beneath him. "Werewolves," he sighed again.
