Page 28 of Alpha Power

"Thank god that's over," Roman grumbled as he opened the boot and threw her bags in.

"You don't mean that. You enjoyed shopping with me," Zamorra said, getting into the driver side. "Keys?" She raised a palm in the air and Roman scowled. "No? Still can't drive? Can't blame a girl for trying."

"Move" he grunted and Zamorra obliged. She climbed over the centre console and took the passenger seat.

"Seat belt," Roman barked and she rolled her eyes, buckling it in.

"I'm a supernatural, with advanced healing. Why do I even have to wear my seat belt?"

"Road safety is no joke," he replied seriously, starting the car.

"Whatever you say, Muscles."

She stared out the window, watching the world fly past as they headed back to the Mansion of Death. Was Luther back yet? She hoped so.

"Hey Muscles," she said casually, glancing over at him.

He sighed, annoyed with her inability to call him by his proper name "Yes?"

"Do you know how old Luther is?"

"Of course I do," he replied, frowning.

"Tell me."

"Why not ask him yourself?"

She crossed her arms, pouting. "I did. He wouldn't tell me."

"Then what makes you think I would?"

"Becauseeeeee," she dragged out, reaching into a bag she had placed at her feet. "I gotchu a jar of pickles!" She pulled out a large jar of pickles and smiled broadly, flashing her teeth.

Roman did a double take, his eyes darting to the jar in her hands before going back to the road. "Where did you get those? I was with you the whole time."

She winked. "Can't tell you all my secrets." She shook the jar, making the pickles slosh up and down. "You gonna answer?"

He pursed his lips, debating whether or not to spill the beans. "I cannot," he eventually said. "If he wanted you to know, he would have told you."

"He did! I think. I dunno. He sprouted something off to me in some other language and I couldn't understand it."

Roman shrugged. "He does that a lot."

Zamorra stared. "Uh-huh. Soooo, you gonna tell me?"

"I cannot," he repeated and she slumped back into her seat.

Goddamn it. She really thought bribing him with a huge jar full of pickles would get him to talk.

Oh well, more for me.

More for US, Zamorra corrected sternly.

Right. . . us.

Zamorra narrowed her eyes accusingly at her werewolf.I'm serious,she seethed.If these go missing like my packet of Tim Tams did, I'm gonna flip out.

You're still on that? It was six years ago, you need to-

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