Natasha

Estelle and her mother fairly quickly left the hospital. Estelle seemed genuinely shocked to see me, though at this moment, I don't have to worry about her revealing any secrets. I have to go back. In no time at all, Damien will be fighting with the Telkies or shouting furiously at my desk as he waits for me to come.

I shrug off my scrubs, standing in my regular tank top and black leggings. I walk out of the hospital, careful not to draw a scene. Well, even if I do, I can just ask one of the Wipers to make them all forget. The brisk night air bites at my exposed arms. I hugged myself until I saw the motorcycle pull up.

“Dax,” I say with a chuckle. He gives me a toothy grin before throwing my jacket at me. I catch it, barely stopping myself from getting clawed in the face by the zipper. I scowl at him, but he just laughs at my displeasure.

I hopped onto the motorcycle and wrapped my arms around him carefully. He winces as my fingers touch his stomach. I leaned back a bit.

“What happened?” I ask. “Insult the wrong person again?”

Dax chuckles at my teasing accusation. “Nope. Just fought too hard.”

“Don’t do that,” I squeak. He turns to face me with a smirk.

“You know,” he starts,” You are a lot prettier when you’re worried. It’s endearing.” I slap his arm and he erupts in chuckles as he starts the engine. I lean close, preparing to start shooting off.