Ten

I gaze through the window of the private jet studying clouds as each one passes by as we are on our way to Romania. They take forms of different shapes as I count each one in my head.

"Lippy, are you still not talking to me?"

I scowl and advert my eyes on Dominic, sitting across from me, with his sad wolf pup face. This was the tenth time trying to get my attention and feeling apologetic.

"Dom, I said don't even bother," Malik tells him as I scowl more at him. "Taking her with us will only cause trouble."

"Want me to start off burning that face of yours?" I threaten, flashing my blue flames. "Because you are this close to having this plane crash into the sea."

"Want to have a go?" Malik tenses up and clenches his jaw.

"Easy, the both of you." Clayton tries to get between Malik and me.

Malik hates me. Being here makes him on edge, but he can't complain to his alpha because I could ride with them to Romania. So, he can't do anything to kick me off the plane. He can try, but that will ma