I lowered the window a little. “Is it just me, or do they seem happy?”
“They’re definitely happy to see us,” Meredith said.
Instead of blocking our way, the people actually moved, allowing us through the gates. A lady patted the window as we rolled by. “I love you,” she said. “Turn me into one of you.”
“Girl doesn’t know what she’s asking,” I said.
Dastien poked my side, making me laugh. “Hey. It didn’t turn out so bad.”
Two girls, a few years younger than me, waved a sign that read, “We <3 Werewolves!” in glitter puff paint. They shook it in front of the car, screaming their heads off like we were the hottest boy band.
“I guess when you stop a murdering witch, people like you. Who knew?” I laughed. “But these people are crazy.”
It took us nearly twenty minutes to make it through the gates. I would’ve abandoned the car, but even if the mob was for us this time, I was a little afraid of them.
As we exited the car, I saw my parents and Axel. You called them?
He nodded. I knew you’d sleep better if you saw them.
Even with our bond, he always managed to surprise me with his thoughtfulness. It was one of the many reasons I loved him. Thanks.
Of course.
“Mom! Dad!”
Mom let out a little sq
ueal, and closed the distance between us. “I’m so proud of you. I don’t know how you did it, but you’re amazing.”
Axel pulled me from Mom. “Kind of badass.”
I shoved him.
“You did good, kiddo.” Dad brushed a kiss on my forehead. “Let’s go get some food. I hear the cafeteria is pretty good.”
“Yeah. It’s pretty decent.” I turned to my friends. “You guys coming?”
Meredith scoffed. “Me and food? Yes.”
Dastien came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I leaned back into him.
So, when are we leaving? He asked.
We’re going somewhere? For a second, I got worried. I didn’t want to have to deal with another catastrophe. Not yet.
I thought you wanted to go on a honeymoon.
I spun in his arms. Hell yes. When can we leave?
I’ll talk to Michael, but we could sneak away in a few days. I just want to make sure your leg is fine before we go.
It’s fine now.
You’re limping.
Eh. It’s not a big limp. I wrinkled my nose at him. It honestly didn’t hurt anymore. And ever since I’d gotten the antibiotic shot, I was feeling much better. Not that I’d ever admit that to Dr. Gonzales.
I want two weeks. At least. Maybe three. He wasn’t countering me. Hell, I could go for longer. I was just waiting for him to say no. Or a month. A month sounds good, right?