Page 155 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Can we just take hernow?” I asked Jonas. Sure, she was still hooked up to monitors and a vitamin IV, but she was breathing on her own. Really, she was fine, other than having stitches.
When she woke up, she’d want a bubble bath and a chai latte.
Jonas could tuck us all in her bed and bring us some tea. Maybe make us some eggs and rice in the morning.
By then, hopefully, Grif would be feeling better and could join us. Yes, we’d all make her feel so much better.
“Shouldn’t you listen to the doctor?” Dare appeared, looking like he was ready to go clubbing in a mesh shirt, tight pants, and chains.
“Eh.” Jonas shrugged.
“She’d probably like her own bed,” Mercy replied. “Her room iswild.Though the chandelier creeps me out.”
“What? That’s my favorite part. It’s like we’re in a palace in Golden France,” I protested. I’d chosen it special from a fancy lighting shop.
“You do know how that all ended, right?” Mercy snorted.
Okay, so there was a beta revolution because they were sick of the alphas hoarding all the wealth and resources. But visually, the era was stunningly opulent.
Hale appeared, holding something. “Hey, Carlos dropped off enchiladas that his mom made. They smell good.”
“That sounds amazing because we finished Ladybug’s lasagna.” Jonas found some plates.
Mercy made a face. “You didn’t save me any? I thought we were friends?”
“It was a small lasagna, Squirt.” Jonas put the plates and forks on the table, left over from things people brought us.
Okay, it wasn’t that small. When Ladybug brought it, we were starving, and it was hot from the oven and all cheesy and bubbly.
There was a home game tonight, but Grif, Jonas, and I decided to sit out. Coach was good with it. I think they feared glitter bombs from the Maimers if he wasn’t. The Maimers had been stopping by and leaving snacks and flowers. So had the Knights.
Hale helped himself to some food, his jeans so tight I thought they’d split as he bent over the table. “Can I get the keys to Verity’s car? It’ll make things easier.”
Jonas gave Hale a sharp alpha stare. “No.”
“Oh, come now.” Hale tried to ooze Southern charm.
“I told you.” Dare rolled his over-made-up eyes. “Can I drive it?”
Jonas shook his head. “No one is driving her car.”
“You have such good taste in cars,” Hale wheedled.
“I know.” Jonas crossed his arms over his chest.
I got up and got some enchiladas. I squirmed again. Something felt wrong.
“Are you okay, Love?” Concern flashed in Jonas’ eyes.
“I’m worried about Grif, Babes.” I leaned into him and rubbed the spot on my chest where the bond lived.
“You feel warm.” Jonas frowned and caressed my forehead.
We sat and ate Mrs. Rodriguez’s delicious enchiladas.
Jonas’ phone rang. He answered it with a frown. “Is everything okay, AJ?”
From his sour scent, expression, and concern through the bond, things weren’t.
