Twenty Seven

By the time they begin the drive to the airport, Avery feels like she's been dragged through a bush backwards.

Once she finished training the teenagers, who were all rather upset and anxious about their Alpha being hurt, she had to go and pack a bag for Roman, as Ryan informed her he hadn't yet packed.

Carolyn laughed at her the whole walk to Roman's room.

While she packed a bag for him, Roman had been semi-conscious and found everything hilarious, including her looking horrified after finding some lacy unmentionables in his bedside table.

As she slumped in the backseat of the seven-seater SUV, Avery is exhausted and can't wait to go to sleep that night.

"Silly donkey," Roman mutters, his head rolling to the other side as the car goes over a speedbump.

Avery stares at him, as do all of the guards in the vehicle, who look like they're questioning their choices right about now.

"What the fuck?" She murmurs, before going back to her phone and continuing to text her brother, who's filling