Choke on that joint.
I tore my eyes away from the arsehole, returning them to Asher. “The sooner this is over, the better.”
He kissed me so sweetly, so gently, his hands cupping my face. “I’m letting you down again.”
“Never. Impossible.”
Seth laughed, the potion losing more of its influence on me.
My head whiplashed around. “What’s your problem? You both caused this.”
Luna had moved seats, sitting on the opposite side now.
“Easy, Luke,” Asher tried.
“Is that so?” Seth responded, smirking as he slid into Luna’s previous spot. He patted the seat beside him, beckoning me to join him.
Keep laughing. You’ll soon be begging for mercy.
Asher held my face again, gently turning me his way. “Hey. Easy now.”
I didn’t realize how tense I was.
He really did wield the skill to cool me down. The best resistance against any cataclysmic urges.
“O-okay.” I swallowed a lump, performing some breathing exercises.
I just needed to get through Seth’s crap, get back to some semblance of normality, make Asher a banger of a cocktail, and follow it up by riding him like a pogo stick.
There. Goals.
After another kiss, I peeled myself off him, climbing into the back of the SUV, sliding in beside Seth.
The weaver said nothing, just stank up the place with his joint. I ignored him while I still had a view of Asher, pressing my hands to the tinted window as the vehicle slowly pulled away.
“Put this on,” Luna said, holding out a bracelet.
I kept my focus on Asher. “What happened to you both?”
“Well—” Seth began, cut off by a huge blast, the café going up in flames.
Shockwaves flipped the SUV, blowing the windows out.
TWENTY-ONE
Asher
The explosion slammed me into an SUV, my spine taking the brunt of the impact.
I hit the asphalt, shards of glass falling with me.
By the gods!
My head spinning, colorful dots in my vision, I got to my feet. Car alarms screeched and humans screamed. Terrific heat licked at me from all angles, the sounds of wings beating and swords clashing activating my stony skin.
What just happened?
Despite the surge of adrenaline, I wobbled, staggering to the side. The SUV really did a number on my back. The pointy end of my sword scraped the ground as I used it to steady myself, listing slightly to the right.