Chapter 41: + - 41+
Jael smiled wryly at the empty bottles, nostalgia weighing heavily on his shoulders. He hadn’t done this in years, he never imagined he would be doing it again.
Taking off his gun holsters, he got busy picking up the bottles, carefully dropping them in a trash bag so that they didn’t smash.
After cleaning up the living room, and airing it out, he settled on one of the couches to make calls.
He didn’t have to stay here but he was a little wary of how Asher would take it when he woke up. So he sat tight, putting on the television to keep himself occupied.
If Asher had been drinking all night, it was only a matter of time before he roused.
Another hour dragged by, Jael getting up to order room service on the landline. Just as the call dropped, he heard shuffling of feet, an angrily squinting Asher coming into view.
"What the fuck?" The Alpha rasped, "Did you bash me over the head with a bat?"
Jael sat down, his demeanor casual but his eyes sharp. "I didn’t have to. You fucked yourself up just fine with alcohol."
He could see the moment when the realization clicked in Asher’s eyes, his expression shuttering.
"I don’t need you playing babysitter."
Jael watched him lean heavily against the wall, barely able to keep his eyes open. "Unfortunately, I’ve got to do my job. So sit tight, I already ordered some food and painkillers."