[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme’s attention went from Cason to Natalia as she spoke. She could share in her annoyance with the news. She gave a nod in agreement to heading out, then gave a small smile to Natalia’s words to Benjamin. She watched as everyone grabbed their stuff and headed out to the cars. Then she looked to Cason and allowed him to help her up from the chair. Once on her feet, she looked at him as he spoke. “Please don’t.” she told him. “I don’t think my stomach could handle it.” she continued. 

She then grabbed her drink and walked to the door, and shook her head lightly and paused at the door. “Driving like a maniac is something I don’t normally do.” she said, turning to look at him. She then turned back around and walked out the door and to the room to grab her things. The thought of her driving like a maniac made her laugh to herself. Did she look like someone that would drive in such a manner? Surely not. She was guilty of driving a bit too fast sometimes. Besides, driving in such a manner would cause the risk of her damaging or totaling the only car she had, and that was something she wasn’t about to risk. 

When she reached the room, she turned to the parking lot and looked at her car, happy to see it there. From what she could see, they brought it back in the same condition she had left it in. She then turned back to the room, opened the door, and walked in to grab her things. She walked to the chair in the corner and picked up her, draping them over her arm, then picked up her boots and headed out of the room and to her car. Esme walked to the truck and dropped her boots and draped the clothes on it, then went to the driver's door and opened it and grabbed the keys from the seat, then set her drink in the cupholder. 

Esme then went back to the trunk, opened it and threw her clothes and boots in. She walked back to the open driver’s door and got into the car. The first thing she did was look at the rearview mirror to see if her purple crystal wolf was still there. It relieved her to see that it was still hanging there. Putting the key in the ignition, she gave it a turn, and the engine roared to life. “You ready?” she asked Cason.