Liz POV
Ash was staring out the window and drumming his fingers on the armrest between us. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Imagine a werewolf afraid of something! This was his first time on an airplane, or even close to one, for that matter, so I can’t say I blame him for being nervous. He seemed excited while he was watching them take off and land from the window in the terminal, but now that he was in the belly of one, he wasn’t so cool any more.
“Hey, it’s okay. These are in the air every single day. Thousands of them. And crashes are very few. Plus, I can fly us out of here if it comes to that.” I whispered to him. He just turned and looked at me with a blank expression.
What was he thinking? He seems nervous, but his face is perfectly composed. Perhaps the years of being bullie
