Chapter 30
“Ma, don’t do it!”
“I’ve told you before that I’m not your mother.” I could imagine the old woman puffing herself up the way she used to when I trailed into the Arena on my father’s heels, a lanky teenager with dreams even larger than my sword. Ma Scrubbs had doled out tough love then, but there was no affection mixed into the harshness of her voice when she continued now. “I’m looking out for number one. About damn time you did the same.”
Then the cell phone was no longer pressed up against my chilled cartilage. Gunner had snatched the device away, transferring the call over to speaker phone in the process. “Where is Kira?” he demanded.
My companion’s words were so full of alpha electricity that they would have easily compelled a werewolf to reply. But Ma Scrubbs merely lau
