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I barely paid attention as Mason shook my hand once more, and Damian ignored me, following after Ivy.
All I could do was stare at Adrian and Ivy as she led him down the sidewalk. When Adrian looked back and waved at me, an overwhelming emotion flowed through me. It was so strong that it almost knocked me back.
I watched them until they turned the corner.
What the hell was going on?
I needed to clear my head. My wolf was going crazy, but I didn’t feel like running through the woods in my other form. A nice, long drive through my city sounded nice.
I walked to my company’s parking lot, my mind still with Ivy and Adrian. The top was already down on my red BMW, and I slid into the driver's seat. I pulled out of the lot and onto the busy road.
Usually, I’d enjoy the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, and the sounds of the city around me, but I couldn’t focus on any of that.
Adrian’s face was what I was thinking of during a particularly sharp turn. I pressed down on my brake when it was time to slow down, but my foot met a complete lack of resistance.
Cold fear hit me like a tidal wave when I realized my brakes weren’t working.
The sound of a car horn was the last thing I heard.
Chapter 21
Headline
Ivy
The cheeseburger and fries that I ordered sat in front of me, untouched. My dad, Damian, and Adrian were already eating their desserts. My son was sitting next to me, happily finishing off his slice of key lime pie. Asher’s words from earlier kept running through my mind.
Key lime is my favorite flavor of pie, too.
I’d seen the way that Asher had been closely examining Adrian. Had he put it together that Adrian was his son? All he had to do was some basic math, and bam. He’d figure out the secret I’d been keeping from him for seven years.
My stomach churned with anxiety, and I pushed my food away. Would it really be so awful if Asher discovered the truth? Sure, he’d probably be mad at me for not telling him, but would it be better for my son to know his father? Could I trust that Asher wouldn’t turn his back on Adrian? My number one priority was my son, but just from their small interaction, it seemed like Adrian had liked Asher.
There was also a weird apprehensive feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t explain. A powerful force was tugging insistently inside of melike it was trying to tell me I had somewhere important to be. My instincts were on high alert and my heart was rapidly pounding in my chest. Why did I feel so unnerved? The pull in my chest became even more demanding, urging me to leap out of my seat and take action. My wolf began to prowl back and forth inside my head.
What was happening? Why was my heart throbbing with pain?
My phone beeped from its place on the table, interrupting my thoughts. It was a headline from the local news that my phone had automatically received. Idly, I glanced down at it.
Cold dread washed over me, making my stomach sink.
The headline read, “BloodMoon Alpha and Ceo, Asher Callahan, Involved in Serious Car Accident”.
No!
Guilt, sadness, and worry threatened to crush me with their heavy weight. My shoulders bowed forward, and there was a high-pitched ringing in my ears. With a shaking hand, I clicked on the article. Quickly, my eyes scanned my phone. There weren't any details on the crash as of yet. They were only reporting that Asher had been involved in it.
My brain flooded with worst-case scenarios. Asher in his smashed up red BMW, his head lolled to the side, a horrible gash on his forehead, his eyes open but unseeing, his useless seatbelt still strapped tight around him, unable to save him from the cruel hands of death that had already claimed him…
Stop!
Asher had to be all right. I wouldn’t accept any other outcome.
My breathing became shallow, and I was unable to pull air into my lungs. Yesterday, Asher proposed the idea of getting to know each other. What if we never got that chance?
What if he was…gone?
If something did happen to him, I would be partly to blame. Why the hell did I tell him he couldn’t come eat with us? Adrian had wanted him to. If I’d let him come, I could have prevented this.
