Azura was practically vibrating in the passenger seat.
Her legs bounced. Her fingers tapped. Her head swiveled left and right like she was a meerkat who'd just discovered caffeine.
Jonathan, meanwhile, sighed.
For the fifth time in ten minutes.
His "brilliant" sister had come up with a "brilliant" plan—which was, as it turned out, not brilliant at all. Because now, instead of meeting Adrian and Vincent at the pack house first and going to their company headquarters together, he was driving her to the human city alone.
He was supposed to discuss pack business. He was supposed to have a functioning morning without his sister's chaos energy radiating from the passenger seat.
But no.
Here he was. On a road trip from hell. With a woman who looked like she was about to ask "Are we there yet?" any second now.
Azura wanted to ask a million questions about the human city. But she bit her tongue. Asking too many questions would make Jonathan suspicious.
