Page 13 of Wind with a Chance of Wolfsbane

She yanked me out of his arms and hugged me tight. “No getting dead. Ever. Got it?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, still in shock over knowing one of the assailants and being attacked at all.

My sister touched my face. “Look at me.”

I did.

She let out a partial laugh. “Can you even see me?”

“Barely,” I managed, fighting tears.

“Here,” said White-Shirt Guy, suddenly close again as he pressed my broken glasses into my hand.

“Thank you,” I replied, lifting them and holding them to my eyes. I met my sister’s gaze.

She winked. “Everything is fine. Do not panic.”

When I glanced down and saw my clothing all over the street, I burst into tears.

Mina released me and bent fast. “Don’t cry. It’s okay. I’ll get it.”

White-Shirt Guy came over toward me hurriedly and bent as well, helping to retrieve my clothing. He began handing items to Mina and paused as he lifted a sweatshirt for Grimm Cove College. His gaze darted to the man in the dress shirt.

They shared a look I couldn’t read.

I wiped my cheeks with one hand while I held my glasses to my face with the other. I bent, taking the sweatshirt from him, my hand sliding over his. “T-thank you.”

I’d been right about him being handsome. At least he looked that way through broken lenses. I really wished my glasses were fine so that I could actually see the man.

He nodded and retrieved more articles of my clothing. When he lifted a pair of my panties that just so happened to have tiny Batman signals all over them, I cringed and snatched them from his grasp.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry.”

We reached for a pair of panties that had Superman’s logo on them at the same time. Our hands connected again, as did our gazes. My cheeks heated, and I ripped the panties toward me. “I’ve got this.”

He lifted his hands, his eyes wide. “Of course.”

Mina helped by throwing it all into the suitcase hastily.

White-Shirt Guy twisted and began putting the spilled items back into my backpack. His gaze was on me, not what he was shoving in the bag.

Already embarrassed that he’d seen my underwear, I lunged forward and yanked the backpack toward me, holding it close. I grabbed at items on the ground, thrusting them into my bag without looking. “I’ve got it.”

Nodding, he stood.

A second later, one of the van men on the ground moaned.

He twisted around, kicked the guy hard, and glared down at him.

Mina laughed. “Hey, England, you’re all right.”

I zipped my backpack with one hand, shaking from a mix of adrenaline and nerves as I stood. I still had my glasses held to my face with my other hand and knew I looked ridiculous.

My sister closed my suitcase. She put a knee on it to push it down more before latching it once again. She then stood as well. “Wehaveto go.”

“No, you need to wait and talk to the police,” said Dwayne. “They’ll be here soon. Are either of you hurt?”

“We’re fine, and we’re leaving,” said Mina. “This wasn’t that big of a deal.”

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