Axel

The ride to the pack house was nerve-wracking. Claire’s feet tapped against the floorboard of Axel’s truck, and her fingers tap danced along her things.

Axel could almost taste the nerves dripping from her and the anxious way she kept watching the turns he took. Almost as if she was memorizing it in case she needed to make a run for it. Not that she would make it far without being caught.

“Calm down,” Axel said. “I can smell your fear.”

“Spoken ...