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The drive to Landeena is tiresome and I miss Abbie already.The car weaves around yet another sharp bend, and I hear Ivy retching in the backseat again.I wince, my hands gripping the wheel tightly when Kyson forces the mindlink.

“Pull over, Gannon,” Kyson orders, his tone sharp and I can’t help the snort that escapes me hearing his frustration.

“Already on it,” I reply, steering toward the side of the road.I glance at Damian in the passenger seat, who is holding back a smirk.

“She’s going to puke her guts out before we even reach the castle,” Damian mutters, crossing his arms.

“I don’t why he thought it was a good idea; he should have just commanded her to answer.”I tell him.Apparently Ivy lied to him and the king’s genius punishment was to force her to get drunk knowing she doesn’t drink, or in this case get violently ill.

I pull the car to a stop, and in the rearview mirror, I see Kyson hop out, followed by Ivy who all but nearly falls out the door.Damian snickers beside me, and I can’t help but grin as we watch Kyson trying to hold her hair back while she pushes him away, clearly mortified.

“Oh he’s definitely pissed she lied to him.”

“No, he’s whipped, you watch him come sniveling back to get in her good graces now,” Damian says with a chuckle, shaking his head.

“The sniveling?”I try not to laugh.I’d pay to see that.

“More like panicking now he’s given her damn alcohol poisoning,” I say, pulling a cigarette out of my pocket and lighting it while we wait.“I’ve never seen him like this over anyone before.She’s got him wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it.”

Damian smirks.“Not that he’ll admit it.”

“Not a chance,” I reply, blowing out a stream of smoke as I lean against the car.“He’d rather chew off his own tail than admit a little werewolf girl has him under her spell.”Damian sighs moving toward the king with bottled water and a little bag.I watch but remain by the car not feeling like being puked on.

Eventually, Kyson and Ivy climb back into the car.I quickly flick my cigarette and climb back in and start the engine again.Thar is when I see Ivy flop onto the seat and lie down under the air-conditioning vent through the limo window, her face pale.Kyson slides in next to her, clearly frustrated.

“Ivy, your seatbelt,” Kyson says, his tone firm.

Ivy ignores him, turning her face into the seat like she’s pretending he doesn’t exist.

“Ivy,” Kyson says again, more pointedly this time.

Damian snickers beside me, muttering under his breath, “Oh, here we go.”

“Ivy!”Kyson’s voice grows sharper, and I can practically feel the tension radiating from the backseat as his aura ripples out slightly.

Ivy groans dramatically, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

“Is she… growling at him?”Damian asks, his voice filled with disbelief.“Hmm seems we gotta get her drunk for her to put him in his place.”Damian snickers.

I glance in the mirror just in time to see Ivy giggle and shake her head, clearly amused with her drunk self.Kyson’s expression, on the other hand, is less than amused.He looks like he is seconds away from putting her over his knee and spanking her.

“You did not just growl at me,” Kyson says, his voice low with warning.

Damian leans closer to me, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.“And that’s what he gets for forcing her to drink,” he whispers.

“One,” Kyson says, starting his infamous countdown but we both know he won’t hurt her.

“One and a half,” Kyson growls, and Ivy responds with a noise that sounds suspiciously like a purring meow.

That’s it.Damian laughs over, while I try to keep the vehicle steady on the winding road.

“You laugh now but won’t be when he chucks a tantrum and you have to deal with him,” I say, shaking my head and biting my lip to hold back my own laughter as I listen to the king scold her.

“Are you seriously being disobedient over a seatbelt, Ivy?You do not want me to get to three,” Kyson warns.

“Two,” Ivy says casually, ignoring his tone.

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