Page 166 of Fated to the Hunters
Chapter Fifty-Three
Scarlett
When Scarlett woke up again, the sun was already peeking over the horizon. Mateo had his hand over her thigh, gently rubbing his thumb over her skin. “We are about to take a break and pick up some breakfast.”
“Are you going to switch now?”
He yawned and nodded. “Ezra and Vince stopped a few hours ago, and are just a few minutes behind us now.”
“Why didn’t you stop?”
Mateo shrugged, veering off on the next exit. “I still had a few hours in me, but I knew if I stopped I wouldn’t want to start up again.”
Scarlett leaned over in her seat and kissed her cheek. “You say that but I have a feeling you also didn’t want to wake me.”
He grinned and stole a tired look at her. “That may or may not have been part of my decision.”
Scarlett offered a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
They parked and as promised, Ezra and Vince pulled up a few minutes later. Ezra was nearest to her, so she pulled him into ahug and planted her lips on his cheek. “Are you driving with me next?”
“Vince is.” Scarlett bristled. Something about his tone was off, he was hard and edgy—even more so than usual.
“Did you two have a fight?”
“No.”
“You’re upset. Are you nervous about being back at the—” She paused, looking around them before lowering her voice, “—witch village.”
Ezra only grunted. “Fucking hate that place.”
She took his face in her hands and tugged him down for another kiss. “I’m sorry.”
“It needs to be done.” And with that Ezra pulled away and headed into the diner. They ordered four large breakfasts to-go, got back on the road, and Scarlett hand fed Vince his sausage and pancakes.
“He’s not upset with you,” Vince assured her between bites.
“I know. I hope he knows that too. I understand that this is something that makes him very uncomfortable and when he’s ready, I’ll be right by his side. Do you think I should’ve told him that?”
“I believe he knows.”
“I’m a little excited to see it actually,” she admitted sipping on her chocolate milkshake. “I wonder what it looks like.”
“Most of them are powerless to say the least. Ezra might say his magic doesn’t run strong, but he is one of the strongest I know.”
“Oh, don’t tell him that—his ego is big enough.”
Vince grinned at her and stole another pancake. “It’s his family’s heritage. Their bloodline has been kept pure for generations.”
“Pure as in no non-magical heirs and such?”
“That’s right.”
“I wonder what will happen when our magic mixes. I mean I don’t havehiskind of magic, but…” she trailed off.
“It might enhance his magic, actually. Especially because you have alpha blood.”
“Do you know if that has ever happened before?”
