Page 68 of Stone Crest: Rise of a Raven
Presley smiles, and Frankie returns it, but I pay close attention to her eyes. They don’t widen in surprise like when she met me. It’s another emotion that has a weird sensation in my stomach igniting.Sadness.
“Nice to meet you.”
“You own The Brew House, right?” Presley asks.
“Yeah, you been in?”
“Of course. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Sweet. We’re going tonight. Drinks on the house.” She winks.
She glances down at her outfit. "Just let me change really quick."
Presley leaves to change, and right when I think we're in the clear. I hear it.
“You aren’t going anywhere.” I feel Locke’s gaze on the side of my face.
“Locke, come on.” Frankie rolls her eyes.
“I’m not comfortable with it,” he counters.
“Well, I am.” I wave my hand. “Training went well.”
“See," Frankie backs me.
“There’s still a threat and I won’t be in town tonight.” Locke reaches for me. “I can’t be sure you’re safe.”
He’ll never agree.Unless.
“What if someone tags along?” I let him catch my hand and bring it to his lips.
“We’re just going to The Brew House for a couple of hours. She needs practice," Frankie reasons.
“But the men who were after her may still be in the area. It’s risky.”
“There haven’t been any threats in days. You’re overreacting," I scoff.
He grits his teeth, and I feel a twinge in my chest partnered with the need to comfort him. It’s weird. And new.
“I need this,” I whisper.
Because I do. I need a night of normalcy. Well, as normal as a witch can get.
“Fine. Hendrix will go.”
Hendrix. The bald guy. Perfect.
“And Callum,” he adds.
Frankie narrows her eyes. “Locke.”
“You do it my way or no way at all.” He pulls me into him. “Behave. And both of you.” He shoots a pointed look to Frankie then at me. “Please be discrete.”
I grin and press a quick kiss to his lips. “Yes sir.”
Chapter forty-nine
Locke
