Page 11 of Savage Guardian

Fae gasped, attempting to tug her hand from his grip, but he held fast, unable to make his fingers loosen their hold.

She lifted her whisky eyes and their gazes collided. And held. Confusion, shock…and arousal flared through her gaze. And an answering arousal sparked to life in his blood, driving immediate thought and action from his body. His breath caught, stuck like cement in his lungs, his heart clunked along like a shredded one-hundred-and-ten-pound tire, and his limbs were heavy, weighted, as if that very moment of existence was perilously significant. Powerful.

What the hell is this?Why was everything within him strung tight? Why was this woman fucking with him so hard?

Beside them, Carrie cleared her throat, making Fae jump as he let go of her hand.

His own hand, now empty, twitched, his fingers flexing as if wanting to reach out and touch her again.

“Would you like to take a seat?” Carrie asked, indicating the small seating area in the middle of the suite. There were three doors along the wall; two were the bedrooms, and the other was probably a closet. So, Fae and Carrie were staying together, which made sense if Fae was Carrie’s assistant.

It also means you can keep a better eye on her.

Her?

Fae?

Why did the thought of being around the sister make him jittery, like he’d had triple shot coffee sprinkled with meth?

All three of them moved into the sitting area where Carrie sat on a chaise, Fae sat on the only single chair, and Hawk took a seat at the foot of the chaise, closest to Carrie.

“S-so,” Fae began, stopping, gritting her teeth, and taking a deep breath before starting again. “So, what do you need from us?”

Startled, Hawk leaned back and looked at her. She hadn’t stuttered.

“Yeah, do you need like a list of enemies or something? I mean, I have no enemies—how could I, right? Everyone loves me.”

He arched his brows at that. Carrie definitely wasn’t lacking in confidence.

More like arrogance.

Inwardly glaring at that thought, he answered, “All I need from you two is for you to be alert, do what Madden, Jenkins, or I tell you to do, and go nowhere without clearing it with one of us first.”

Fae furrowed her brow, her white teeth biting into her bottom lip. A plump, pink bottom lip.

What the ever-loving fuck!

Either he’d been knocked off kilter and fallen into insanity by finally meeting Aoibheal in the flesh or he was having a seizure, because there was no fucking way he was attracted to the mousy, freckled sister in the bag lady clothes.

“What about when I—err—Carrie has to go to the studio? Are you going to follow her there?” Fae asked, something like uncertainty in her voice.

“I go wherever she goes, so when she goes to the studio, so do I.”

Fae sucked in a breath and speared her sister with a look Hawk couldn’t interpret.

Carrie caught the look and rolled her eyes, huffing.

“That’s fine. I don’t go there all that often, anyway.”

That made Hawk stop. “But my information says you are in Las Vegas for the debut reveal concert and to record the new album. Aren’t you recording at the Junkbox Studios on Maravel?”

Carrie’s cheeks turned pink and her mouth pinched. It was Fae’s turn to roll her eyes, a snarky smirk making her lush lips lift on one side. Hawk couldn’t tear his eyes from her mouth until Carrie spoke again.

“That’s true, but…um…Teddy, the producer, is doing a lot of the set-up work right now. I already did a lot of the mixing and whatever in Olsen before we came to Vegas, so I only really have to go in when I need to do the singing stuff.”

Mixing and whatever? Singing stuff? For someone who made a living creating and producing music in her own bedroom, Carrie certainly sounded strangely unschooled in actual music production.

Maybe she hired someone to do all the mixing and whatever, and she just did the singing and instruments.It was possible. Not everyone who actually posted videos did all the work themselves. Sometimes it took a village to make magic.

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