Chapter 210

After a couple of hours, they were filing inside what Inez would call a rather sleek private jet with leather seats and personal attendants. She knew that Killian was rich, but she never knew that he was ’richie rich,’ the fact that he owned a freaking private jet was still haunting her somewhere at the back of her head.
She truly had no idea about this man, did she—no, she did know a little about him, minus the wealth that he owned, because she couldn’t be bothered about it.
“Sometimes I feel thankful that you are my alpha, Kill,” sighed Ajax as he sank into his seat. “Having you is the greatest blessing or else we would be flying economy at the moment.”
Killian pulled Inez onto the seat next to him and stated, “Pity I cannot say the same for you. Make sure that you keep your hands off the attendants this time around, Ajax; I don’t want any trouble.”
“That was just a one-time thing!” Ajax let out a whine as he glanced at Inez, who was sitting next to Killian, before turning to look away. “And I am not that big of a man slut.”
Killian noticed his small actions but didn’t say anything. He turned to look at Inez before asking her, “Are you alright?” The woman had been quite quiet ever since she entered the private jet.
“I am fine,” she shook her head and flashed him a smile.
At that moment, a fox shifter appeared. She was lathered in makeup, and with how intense she smelled, Inez had a feeling that the woman bathed in perfume rather than just spraying it. “Hi, I am Gracie. I will be your flight attendant for today. Can I get you something?” Her eyes were solely focused on Killian as she gestured to the list of food on the menu that she handed him.
The woman was eyeing Killian like she was looking at eye candy, and thus she was in grave danger of having her arse handed to her because Inez could feel her siren stirring inside of her.
“I am good,” said Killian, given that he could not taste anything. It was not a surprise that the man didn’t wish to eat anything. He turned to look at Inez, and knowing that she had a big appetite, he asked, “Do you want something, Bubbles?” Inez simply shook her head, anything to get this woman out of her skin. So Killian handed the menu back to the woman. “We are both good.”
Gracie blushed slightly at his attention. Inez, however, couldn’t lose her temper with the man because Killian had done nothing flirtatious. He had at most spoken to the woman. He was polite and courteous. If the fox shifter was taking it as something else, there was nothing that Inez could do about it.
Still not wanting to leave without getting a share of the pie, the woman tilted her head and said to Killian, “If you change your mind, just press the call button and I will be right with you.” Again, her words were just for Killian.
“Alright.” Again, Killian was as polite as he could have been.
Of course, that wasn’t enough for the woman, so she turned her body to one side and leaned just enough such that Killian could see what she had to offer. “By the way, I have been meaning to ask you. Have we met before? I think I have seen you before.”
Inez rolled her eyes. Gracie clearly did not catch the message, and she didn’t want to leave just yet, and was coming up with simply nonsensical excuses to hang around Killian.
“Are you sure? I think I know you—there is no way I can forget a face like yours.”
Oh, Dear Moon Goddess.
Inez closed her eyes and ignored the flirtatious voice of the woman. She was worried that if she listened anymore, she would lunge at her and gouge her eyes out.
But then again, what right did she have to control the man? She had no reason to, and Killian, too, had no reason to push the woman away. He might have staked a temporary claim on her, but that was not enough for them to be considered as mated.
A mating bond was a metaphysical connection that amplified the emotions of the shifters, making them more possessive and overprotective. Of course, what happened with Dominic was enough to put a halt to Inez’s thoughts on mating bonds. Now her best chance was to imprint on someone; however, she wasn’t looking forward to it because her trust in male shifters was at a really low point.
Though Selene believed that she and Killian might imprint on one another, she found it hard to believe that something would come out of this relationship.
“You are thinking about something really hard.”
Pulled out from her thoughts, Inez opened her eyes and double blinked at Killian, who picked up her hand and started to massage her palm. “It’s nothing; I was just wondering if we will find anything in Silverhold.” She looked around. Gracie was gone, and the two of them were quite alone to have a private conversation. Good. She would hate to let that fox eavesdrop on them.
“If you don’t want to tell me the truth, then there is no need for you to say it, but don’t lie. I know when you lie, you know?” he sighed as if he were teaching a little brat a lesson on why they couldn’t have any more sugary delights at night.
Inez pursed her lips. Her cheeks turned pink as she turned to look at the man next to her. “Well, I am sorry that you are just so sharp when it comes to picking up lies.”
“Okay… I know you are upset, but… I would like it if you shared what’s bothering you.” He paused and asked, “Are you upset over the fact that flight attendant?”
“Of course—”