Page 13 of Her Forbidden Shifters
“I’m just waiting for the news,” he said.
“Well, there isn’t any you need to know. Stop staring at me,” I said.
“I’m not being sarcastic,” Liam replied through text. “He’s bad news. And I don’t trust him. Savannah will be fine. She can handle herself.”
I nodded. “Finally, something we agree on. I don’t think it was a coincidence he came to Savannah in the first place.”
“Keep your eyes open,” he typed. “If he has a deeper connection to the case than we can see on the surface, he is bound to make a mistake.”
“What are you off to do?” I asked.
“I’m going to check on a few sources and do some hunting of my own. If you don’t get word from Savannah, call me.”
I didn’t have to tell him I already was keeping my eyes open, and on him, as often as I could stand to. I didn’t trust the dragon shifter as far as I could throw him. I hated him with everything in me. I especially hated the way he looked at Savannah. But I hated the way she looked at him most of all.
“Well, I hope whatever it is, everything works out,” Noah said as he threw himself back against the mattress. “Hey, how many of these jobs have you been on?”
“What?” I asked, glaring at him.
“The protective details, you know. Babysitting me,” he said, adding a shrug on the last part.
“You can’t be serious,” I muttered, forcing the urge to choke him unconscious as far back as I could.
“Hey man, I’m just trying to pass the time,” he said. “Not my fault there is absolutely nothing to do.”
“There is a TV for your entertainment. Not me,” I said and slapped my phone on the table. “I highly suggest you occupy yourself with that.”
“Are you always this charming or is it just with me?” he asked, smiling like a kid caught with his had stuck in the cookie jar.
I growled. His constant prodding was getting under my skin. I might owe Savannah an explanation of why Noah is bruised and bloody if he didn’t stop. The guy didn’t know what was good for him. And it was taking everything in me to keep myself under control.
“I’ll take it as just me then,” he said and sighed. “I’m going to go crazy here.”
“Do it quietly,” I muttered.
“Are you like this with everyone Savvy has dated?” he asked.
I turned my attention to him. He had moved, lying on his side, propping up his head with a bent arm. I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m sure dating you was a severe lack of common sense. Especially with your lack of imagination when it comes to nicknames.”
“And dating you wouldn’t be?” he asked, sitting up on the bed. “You know, breaking protocols and all.”
“That is hardly any business of yours,” I snapped.
He opened his mouth to say something again. I stood up from the table and glared at him, fists clenched at my sides.
“So help me if you say one more thing to me, I’m going to scar that pretty face of yours and tie you up and gag you,” I warned.
His mouth clamped shut. He narrowed his eyes at me and continued staring with a curious glint in his eyes. It was almost as though he was daring me to punch him. Maybe he figured that would give him permission to leave.
“Please, for the love of all that is sane, just keep your mouth shut.” My words came out rough and sharp.
He nodded. A slight smirk stretched his lips.
I huffed and shook my head. He wasn’t worth it. Besides, the second this case was over was the second I never had to speak to him again. And that would be the very second, I could breathe easy knowing he wouldn’t be trying to steal the woman I loved from me.
Noah had stood up and headed to the small, compact fridge in the corner of the room. “Is there anything good to eat around here? There’s nothing in the fridge.”
The door slammed shut as he let out a loud, overly exaggerated sigh.
