Chapter 36

I sat back in my seat, totally and utterly fed up with Griff, whose knee kept touching mine. Beki leaned against our bond, making contact with her wolf and acting as though the tension in the cab wasn’t thick enough to hack through with an ax.

Our driver, seeming to have sensed an argument, raised the barrier between his section and ours, leaving me alone with the infuriating wolf. How dare he try to make me jealous about his roller-skating apothecary?

My hands curled into fists, and I stared out of the window at the tall buildings whizzing past. No matter how much I tried to relegate him and his misdeeds to the depths of my mind, memories of Griff and those women kept floating to the surface.

His gaze burned the side of my face, making my skin itch with irritation. I sat straight in my seat, raised my chin, and forced myself to remain dignified.

“Back to your old habits, eh, Cathwulf?” he said, his voice slathered in scorn.

“Would you prefer it if I kicked you in the balls?” I asked.