The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Traffic & Rain

Meredith.

The breeze was warm when we stepped outside, but the sky had changed. The sun was gone, swallowed by thick clouds that dragged across the sky like a warning.

Still, I was too focused on the fluffy tower in Dennis’s hands to care.

"Here," he said, tearing off a bit of the pink cotton candy and holding it out.

I plucked it from his fingers and placed it on my tongue. It was sweet, light, and even melting before I could even chew.

"Oh..." I murmured, "More. I want more."

Dennis laughed and bought me another—same pink cloud, bigger this time—before purchasing a blue one for himself.

I took another bite of mine, savouring the sugar dissolving on my tongue. But curiosity won over gluttony. I was suddenly interested in trying his own.

"Let me try yours," I said, without batting an eye.

Straightaway, he held it out, and I took a small pinch of the blue fluff.

"Mm. Not bad," I mumbled as soon as I tasted it.

A smile appeared on his lips as he watched me. "I should have known you’d want both." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"And I should’ve known you’d still give me both."

We laughed, but then the first drop hit my shoulder.

Dennis looked up. "We need to leave. Rain’s coming."

He was right. The clouds were sagging now, darker, heavier.

"But first," he said, "I need to grab some things for Draven and Jeffery."

I blinked. "Let me guess, you are buying something for your brother to bribe him?"

"Yes." He didn’t even try to deny it.

I snorted and followed him back into the ice cream shop.

It didn’t take long. Dennis paid for five plates of assorted flavours and a ridiculous ten boxes of pizza.

"Really?" I asked, raising a brow.

He carried everything himself, arms stacked high.

"I’m guessing some of that is for the servants?" I asked, holding the door open for him.

"They deserve to eat too," he said. "And enjoy Duskmoor from home.

Outside, the drizzle had turned sharper. The kind of rain that hit the skin like flicks of cold fingers.

"Give me the keys," I said quickly, unlocking the car and opening the back passenger door.

"Quick, get in," Dennis told me.

I ran around and jumped into the passenger seat, breath caught in my chest. My hair was damp, and my shirt clung tighter to my body than I would’ve liked.

Dennis tossed everything into the back, slammed the door, and got in beside me.

The sky had darkened. Wipers swept across the windshield, beating away the rain as Dennis pulled the car out of the parking lot.

Dennis’s hands stayed firm on the wheel.

"So," he said, glancing at the road ahead, "The next driving lesson you should prepare for is driving at night, and in the rain."

"Sounds awful." I sighed, wishing I could skip that part. I didn’t say it out loud, though, because it wouldn’t change anything.

"It is," Dennis replied.

Traffic met us halfway through town. The brake lights ahead formed a sea of red dots.

Dennis sighed. "We’re going to miss dinner."

I groaned. "Draven’s going to be mad at me."

Dennis tilted his head. "Call him. Tell him we are stuck, so he understands our situation."

I reached into my pocket, pulled out my lavender phone, and lit the screen.

’We’re stuck in traffic. Will be late. I will explain later.’

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