Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 101

Jason carefully placed Grace in the chair and propped a storage box beneath the kitchen table so she could elevate her foot.

“You need to eat,” he said. Then he busied himself in the kitchen reheating the food she’d prepared earlier.

“You know,” Lina said. “I wasn’t too keen on this whole arrangement. You kind of came out of nowhere and basically moved in.” Lina laughed softly as she took in the small changes around the apartment. “I definitely wasn’t buying all that sister/brother stuff.” She laughed again.

Jason arched a brow at her.

“But now,” Lina went on, “It’s clear you’re good for my friend. Thank you for helping her.”

Jason turned back to plating up food for Grace. “There is no reason to thank me. Grace would do the same for me.”

As he said it, he realized that was true. She’d be there for him. No questions asked. No stipulations or expectations of something in return. And she wouldn’t leave his side.

Could he say that of anyone else in his life? Anyone who wasn’t on his payroll, that is. Or who wasn’t out to gain something from him?

Lina yawned.

“You should go home and rest,” Grace said. “This has been… a stressful day. I’m sorry you got dragged into this drama.”

Lina gave Grace a hug. “The other people brought the drama when they tried to bully you.”

Grace just shrugged. “I shouldn’t have engaged. I know better…”

“That’s nonsense,” Lina argued. “They had no right to target you.”

Grace’s lips tightened like she wanted to reply but decided not to.

Lina kissed Grace on top of her head. “Can I do anything else—do you need anything else?”

“No,” Grace said. “Go home. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

Jason walked Lina to the door and closed and locked it behind her. Then he fed Grace her dinner. She protested at first, but Jason was insistent.

After the first few bites, she leaned back in the chair feeling so tired and weary. Her ankle ached. Most of her body did. But mostly, she just felt beaten down. Like she was fighting some battle and there was no way to win. What was worse, even if she did somehow prevail, none of it mattered anyway.

“I don’t like that look,” Jason said quietly.

Grace looked away. “I need to clean up.”

But Jason was already moving. He brought the dishes to the sink and washed them.

Grace sat there, a bit dazed, watching. Given all that she had experienced, she seldom allowed herself to wallow or to feel sorry for herself. What point would that serve?

But just now, she felt a bit hopeless.

When Jason was done tidying up, he asked, "Sister, do you need to go to the bathroom?"

“Huh?"

"Yes or no?" he asked as if it was an extremely normal question.

Grace blushed to the roots of her hair. She made to stand by herself and wobbled on her feet.

She sat back down.