Wesley made it exactly three steps after Riana opened the passenger side of the door. She had questions but it had to wait till they get out of sight.
Then, his knees buckled.
“Wesley!”
He went down hard, all six feet of muscle and stubbornness collapsing like a cut string. Riana barely managed to catch his shoulder before his head would have hit the pavement.
“Oh no, no, no,” she muttered, panic flaring. “You do not pass out now. That is extremely inconvenient.”
Her inner wolf was already pacing, ‘Riri, we need to go’
‘You should have called Raphael,’ the wolf complained. ‘Now, we are stuck with this idiot.’
“Not helping,” Riana hissed as she dragged half-unconscious Wesley into the car with a mix of adrenaline and magic.
She drove like the devil himself was tail
