A Crown Of Smoke And Ash - Sloane Murphy Page 0,81
two of them in the room together, before heading outside to the guys.
I climb into the truck they’re all in, smiling at Roman as I get settled, and we take off to the airstrip.
“Wait, if Theron is staying here, who’s flying us home?” I ask Roman, and his eyes sparkle.
“I am.”
“Oh, hell no. Nope.” I shake my head. This is not happening. I have no idea if he can fly, but I’ll never settle if I have to sit in the god damn cockpit. Thorn’s laugh bellows through the car.
“Good to hear she has faith in you pup. Don’t worry darling. I’m flying you guys home. I’ve been flying longer than you’ve been alive. Well, I think so anyway.” Roman grins down at me and I swat his arm. Asshole.
“Not funny.”
“It really was though. I can fly though you know, I’d just rather keep the plane here, than in the states.”
“Maybe you can, but I’m not going in the cockpit, and I’m not staying in the back of the plane on my own either,” I mutter. Stupid flying. I’d much rather road trip.
“I wouldn’t do that to you.” He puts his arm around me, and pulls me into his side for the rest of the short journey to the airstrip.
Once we get there, we say goodbye to Tobias again who then drives the truck back, and we head onto the plane with Thorn, who heads up front and closes the door. I settle into the seat I was in on the way here, still not quite comfortable with the luxury of the plane.
“Oh Princess, you’re going to be a nightmare back with the Dracul if this is too much for you. Those prisses love living a life of luxury.” Roman’s grin has me rolling my eyes, but I hadn’t really considered it. The Lycans are so laid back, and while they definitely don’t live a shabby life, it’s nice and comfortable, but not flashy, this plane being the exception from what I’ve seen.
I shrug it off, it’s not something to worry about. “How long till we’re home?” I ask once he settles beside me.
“Just a few hours, tail winds are faster on the journey home, so a little shorter than the flight here.” I get comfortable, and buckle myself in as the engines start, trying not to let the stab of dread in my stomach control me.
Roman puts his hand in his pocket before holding it out to me, a hard candy in his hand. “Suck it, it’ll help your ears with the altitude. If I’d realized you were so bad at flying, I’d have had them on the way here.”
The adorableness of the guy in front of me still astounds me. Don’t get me wrong, he can still be that domineering asshole I met what feels like forever ago, but he has his moments. Like this one. Telling me to suck it without even a hint of lewdness, he must be softening. The thought makes me smirk as I take the candy from him.
“Thank you.” I pop the sweet in my mouth, and a burst of mint hits my tongue. Yum. The plane starts to move, and I can’t help my actions when I grip the arms of the chair again. Roman takes one of my hands, letting me squeeze his again as we rise into the air, my eyes closed.
Once we level out, I relax again, tiredness sweeping over me after the last few days. While it’s been nice, I’ve not truly been able to relax.
“You should sleep, we’ve no idea what we’re walking into when we get back.” He prompts, and hands me the pillow and blanket again, but instead I stand. He follows suit, and I lead him back to the small bedroom I found on the way here.
“Lay down,” I tell him, a small thrill at actually ordering him around for a change. He complies, and I lay beside him, curling up next to him, my head on his chest. “We should both sleep.”
He murmurs his agreement, and holds me tighter until I drift off to sleep.
I’ve been here before, but I don’t remember when or why. I rub my hand down my face, wishing I hadn’t already been up for three days straight, but I’ve been on their trail the entire time, and sleep seemed like a waste of the precious minutes I had when they were already days ahead of me.
I’ve been looking into them for months, trying to find out what the