Page 67 of Her Forbidden Shifters
She turned around and headed through the door without another word.
I stared at her backside as she disappeared out the door. Once she was gone, I frowned. I was going to need to cancel the reservations. No matter. I pulled out my phone and sent another text.
“Cancel reservation. Change of plans. Sorry.”
I tucked my phone away and leaned against the counter, waiting for one of Savannah’s coven sisters to come and get me. All the while, Liam and Jacob were staring a hole into my head. I turned my attention toward them. Both of them glared at me as though I had pissed in their Cheerios.
“What?” I asked.
Jacob shook his head and settled his attention on some news app he pulled up on his phone. Liam continued to stare me down.
“Got a problem?” I asked, not bothering to hide my annoyance anymore.
“Yeah. We do,” Jacob said.
“Oh, don’t tell me,” I muttered. “Let me guess, your problem is with me, yet again.”
Liam said, “I advise you to not get any ideas about taking things any further with her once this is all said and done.”
“Why is that?” I asked. “You plan on taking her off the market?”
“Yes,” he said.
At the same time, Jacob said, “Better not.”
I chuckled. “You two aren’t on the same page with this, are you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Liam said, slapping his hand on the table in front of him. “So long as you disappear when this case is over, the better things will be for her.”
Jacob snorted. “We’ll see.”
I shook my head. “Good luck with that.”
“Please, the only luck we need is for this case to close itself so we can move on with our lives without you in it,” Jacob said.
“And how’s that working out for you so far?” I asked. “From where I’m sitting, not very well.”
“Watch it, Noah,” Liam said. “I am not above knocking out a dragon.”
I laughed. “Sure. Though, I wonder how Savannah would take the news that you didn’t heed her warning. The way I see it, you two are checking yourselves off the list.”
“There isn’t a list,” Liam snapped.
Jacob shifted his glare to his boss.
“Right,” I said, noting Jacob’s reaction. “Clearly not.”
One of Savannah’s coven sisters showed up in the doorway, “I hope you are all hungry.”
“I’m starving,” I said, “But what about Savannah?”
“She’ll be there soon,” the woman said with a smile. “Follow me.”
All three of us stood up and followed the witch toward a large dining room filled with half-naked women and a rather large table filled with roasted meats, fruits, wines, and candles.
“Welcome honored guests,” an older woman said, greeting us at the door. “Please, take a seat, but refrain from eating. We’ll be making offerings before we feast.”
The three of us were all forced to sit side by side. I was placed not-so-conveniently in between them. I took time to rake my gaze over the room, searching for Savannah. I couldn’t find her and wondered when I would see her. I wondered if she was still preparing for the ritual.
