Chapter 38

But when Grady handed me a wriggling Sasha, our fingers brushed. My heartbeat stalled at the rush of energy between our flesh, at the idea of him. The wolf shifters and I had a connection that was hard to deny, and not just physical either. They'd accepted me for who I am, saved me countless times, and trusted me enough to help carry out this plan.

"Are you going to make Sasha stare at me, or are you going to look at the map?" Grady asked.

She and I were both staring. His chiseled jawline, his sharp cheekbones, his bulging shoulder pressed against my good one...his deep, unwavering gaze with eyes the color of gunmetal. 

"Focus, Aika," he said.

I turned Sasha toward the paper he held out and kissed the top of her head so she'd go limp in my arms. There were words written on the page, but the basic drawing of Old Man's Den's one street was accurate.

"I don't know what you've written there," I said, pointing vaguely. 

"I was in a hurry."

"That's not what I meant."