Page 66 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“I’m okay. They aren’t deep,” I reply.

Ransom frowns, “This may sound really strange, but he’s actually a good guy.”

Before I can reply that, I know the doors bang open, and all the other guys rush in, asking me if I’m okay and if I’m hurt and looking angry as fuck. I let them fuss for a moment before I can’t keep it in anymore.

“Guys,” I say, stopping their questions.

The door opens again, and Coen storms through them, his eyes searching the room.

“Where the fuck is she?” he growls.

The guys immediately move in front of me, blocking me from his view and trying to protect me.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” Evander growls.

“I suggest you leave before I make you,” Reed adds, the threat accompanied by a flare of power.

“Get out of the way,” I growl, shocking the guys enough that I’m able to push through them.

As soon as Coen’s gaze finds me his entire demeanor changes, the angry scowl that was on his face moments ago drops, and is replaced by worry and then a huge smile, when he realizes I’m okay. His green eyes sparkle like gems as his strides practically eat up the distance between us.

“What the fuck?” River curses, sounding thoroughly confused.

Coen picks me up, his head burying into my neck as he takes a deep breath. My arms wrap around him, and I hold him tight. It feels fucking good to be held by him again.

“Neith, what’s going on?” Griff asks, somewhat cautiously.

Coen lets go of me reluctantly but puts his hand on my back, clearly needing the connection. I need it too, it has been far too fucking long, and I lean into his side. Something that the guys notice and that has their frowns deepening.

“Er, Griff, you know I was telling you about the dragon and watching the flight classes?” I ask.

Coen grins, “N’aww, you’ve been talking about me?”

I roll my eyes and then get distracted in my reply, “Obviously. Where the fuck have you been?”

Coen’s eyes darken and fill with shadows, “That’s really complicated, Love. I would have been at the keep if I could.”

I frown.

“So, are you two a thing?” Doc asks, his eyebrows raised.

I shake my head as Coen nods, and I smack him so he corrects himself, “No, supes and humans don’t mix.”

“Well, act . . .” I start, and his hand wraps around my mouth.

“Don’t tell me anything,” he warns, his eyes darkening.

I nod and pull his hand away, “Okay.”

He tenses, “I have to go.”

“What?” I ask.

“I can’t Love.” He replies although it doesn’t make much sense. He pulls me in tightly, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” I say, when he pulls back, I meet his eyes, “I’m going to figure it out.”

He opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out, his expression fills with anger and his dragons growl releases as he spins around and storms out.

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