Chapter 9 Cody Pov

• “Are you comfortable?” my mate interrupts my thoughts as I stare blankly at her.
• Comfortable? I look around, glancing out the small window provided in the carriage. Normally, Lycans would simply shift and run to get wherever they needed to go, but because Charisma was a queen she had to travel in a less expected matter just to put on a show. I was not used to the feel of bouncing horses beneath me, but I was getting used to it and thankful that I had not gotten motion sickness. I simply nod at my mate who leans back against the plush interior seat, looking as though she’s lost in her thoughts.
• Is she thinking about the contract marriage her father wanted for her? I wish I could ask but instead I merely grit my teeth and try hard to keep myself from touching her too often, something made more difficult by the fact that it’s just the two of us in the small confines of the carriage and she’s put herself direct opposite me with her legs out.