Chapter 48
Volik
Releasing my hold on my gravito, I drop.
Seventy feet to the ground.
Fifty.
Twenty-five.
Ten.
I turn my palms up, throwing a small amount of energy upward, slowing my descent.
My bare feet settle soundlessly on the cracked blacktop.
I do not like being this far away from Nix. But the sooner I do this, the sooner I can stay at my mate’s side.
A car horn honks a few blocks over, but it’s early, and there are not many people up yet.
Hopefully this guy is.
I reach down and adjust myself.
Even if I had the capability to be angry with Nix, which I am not sure I do, I cannot be mad about her not wanting other people to see me like this.
It is the equivalent of her walking around campus in a bikini.
Which I would love to see. But I do not know if I could stop myself from killing a man for looking at her for too long.
Round hips. Soft stomach. Bouncing breasts.
A seam tears somewhere on my pants.
I cannot think about Nix in a bikini right now.
Letting go of my dick, I start across the parking lot.
The warehouse looks abandoned. But it’s not.
And the sign reading Haruto’s Costumes hangs next to the front door by one corner, making the place look out of business. But it’s not.
My arm is extended, reaching for the door, when it opens.
A laugh as ancient as the man himself greets me. “I was wondering when you’d come to see me.”
“Haruto.” I dip my head in greeting. “Nice of you to be prepared.”
He snickers. “Nice of you to wedge into something for the trip.”
I sigh.
The old do not fear the young like they should.
He opens the door wider. “Come in, come in. I’m sure you’re eager to return to your mate as soon as possible.”
“I am.”
The man snickers again as I duck through the doorway.
I narrow my eyes at Haruto’s back as I stay ducked while we cross the short entryway.
This building is held together with his magic. He could lift the ceiling in here if he wanted to.
Stepping into the warehouse, I stand straight.
The two-story space is mostly one giant room filled with machines and fabric and bits of who knows what organized in a way only Haruto can understand.
He waves at me over his shoulder to follow him into the maze. “It hasn’t been tested against venom, but I have a fabric that should hold up against your excess heat and speed.”
I nod. I have zero intentions of fighting a venomous animal, but still good to know. “Do you have anything already made?”
His obnoxious laugh is back. “I have no mannequins in your size.”
I am about to tell him to take my measurements and that I will return later, but mid-stride, the inside thigh seam of my pants rips. Knee to nuts.
“Merde.”