Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: 297. Rat Fight I

Maisie

I sighed inwardly and stole a glance at Quinlan. He had switched his suit for a gray silk shirt that looked like he had plucked it out of a woman’s closet, but on his broad, muscular frame, it only looked elegant. He left on his tailored black pants and boots, though.

He swung the wheel hard, taking a sharp hair-pin turn on two wheels and I gripped the sides of the chair hard, wondering if he was trying to get us killed.

No. He was angry, I noted as he punched a button a little harder than necessary and the windows came rolling down.

His nostrils flared like I stunk and I fought the urge to sniff under my armpits. I knew I smelled fine.

I opened my mouth to ask what his problem was, but the look he tossed me made my mouth clamp shut. The blue of his eyes were almost completely swallowed by black.

Okay. No talking, then.

I glanced ahead, but my gaze got drawn back when his fingers kept tapping impatiently on the leather. And then, I found my eyes tracing his long, aristocratic fingers and the veins standing out against the back of his hands and trailing up his thick, corded forearms.

My skin went hot as I recalled what they felt like curling inside me as they curled around the wheel again.

Row me like a wheel-a-boat-a-ship, my Lycan was singing in a horrid mimicry of a mezzo-soprano.

My temperature spiked and I shifted in my seat as fire raced to my groin. Gods, but he was only driving. I didn’t know what was happening to me. Maybe I did need that therapist more than I knew.

The tense silence settled for a few more minutes before I finally gave in and broke it.

"That woman..." I tracked off, noticing his muscles tighten even further, confirming he knew who I meant and the demon visit earlier was still messing with him. "Who was she?"

His knuckles went white on the wheel. His hand tightened until the leather creaked. "My mama," he answered, his words heavily accented.

I swallowed.

There was a line there. One I didn’t think I should breach. Since Violette had told me all about Quinlan’s mother, I had never spoken about it. Never demanded he told me about that part of his life.

If the memory brought only pain, I wouldn’t make him go back to relive it.

"Stop looking at me like that," he said without even glancing my way.

"Like what?"

"Like I’m a injured puppy you would like to shelter." He took his eyes off the road and settled them on me. "I’m big. And I’m bad. And I could rip out your throat as easily as I breathe. Think clearly about that before you pity me."

Yeah. And I’m quaking in my boots. Heels. Shoes. Whatever.

My lips pursed. "I just... I wanted you to know I didn’t write that letter."

The wheel creaked again and he returned his attention to the road again. "I figured."

He was still tense, and his words terser.

"I don’t think that way about you, either," I whispered. "I--"

I yelped as Quinlan took a sharp swerve, parking off to the side. And he killed the engine.

For a few seconds as my heart pounded, he said nothing. His eyes were an angry black as he looked ahead, but when he finally spoke, his voice carries a softness his body didn’t.

"J’taime."

I froze.

Quinlan’s fingers tightened on the wheel. "What do you want, Maisie?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

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