"We're done," Fao said.
They turned back, eyes carefully neutral, as if they hadn't just witnessed their Alpha dressing his wounded human mate in a parking lot in the middle of nowhere.
"They thought of everything," I murmured as Fao carried me to the open back of the SUV.
"They've been waiting twenty-one years to bring their Alpha home," Thalia said, climbing into the front passenger seat. "They weren't going to half-ass it."
Fao lifted me carefully into the back, then climbed in after me, arranging us so my wounded leg was elevated on pillows and his body curved protectively around mine.
"Eight more hours," he said quietly. "Try to sleep."
"I've been sleeping all day. You haven't slept at all."
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. You're running on adrenaline and stubbornness." I turned
