Page 441 of Pucking Feral: Part Two

Thane was gonna find out eventually anyway.

"Whiskey." Her voice crackles through the comm. "I just realized something."

"What's that?"

"I love my life."

"You just realized it?" I tease her, laughing even though my throat's already closing up and she probably heard how I choked on my words just now.

"No," she laughs. "I mean… every day I wake up and I get to want things. Fun things. Here I am now, riding a motorcycle. You know how huge that is? Getting to want things, just for myself? Wait… Whiskey, are you crying?"

"Crying? Me? Nope." Sniff. "It's, uh, pollen, wildcat. Allergies."

"Pollen? Through your visor?"

"IT AIN'T A RESPIRATOR, BRO."

She laughs so hard she has to pull over, and I park behind her, keeping my visor down so she can't see I most definitely am fucking crying. She gets her phone out to take a selfie of us and I double check the visor's covering it all up.

"To torture Thane with," she says, showing me.

I chuckle, trying not to sniff again. "You gonna tell him?"

"Oh, he already knows."

She shows me her screen.

THANE

Ivy

Why is there a video of you and Whiskey on motorcycles all over social media?

She sends the whole group chat the shot like the little maniac she is.

IVY

Cuz Whiskey and I ARE on motorcycles!

WRAITH

Cute

PLAGUE

OH. Um. Are you being careful?

IVY

Of course! Whiskey's a great teacher. But you know that.

PLAGUE

…

VALEK

HA