“We’ll fix the power when we feel like it.” Rafe’s voice was low and cold.
The blizzard we’d experienced was warmer than the look in his eyes when he broke eye contact with me and faced the mob.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t have to.
The threat in his stance held an ominous edge. “Leave.”
Bishop stayed close, and Ash continued to block me from view.
No one cared about me, anyway.
Who would bother looking at me when they had these three standing in their faces?
My mouth dried up like a prune when Rafe spoke again.
“Unless you’d like to face the consequences of sticking around, I suggest you do as I said.” Somehow, without turning his back on anyone, he strode around the group and up the clubhouse steps.
Bishop stayed behind Rafe, watching his back and making sure no one got too close.
His immense size caused several of them to step back when he approached.
Bishop smirked and flung his hands out. “Boo.”
A man in the back flinched so hard he fell into the woman beside him.
She pushed him upright, but he overbalanced and went too far forward.
The man who’d been their spokesperson gaped at Bishop, who made shooing motions with one hand. “You heard him. Get lost.”
Ash nudged me to the side. “Don’t say anything. Not a single fucking word.”
My mouth opened, but a squeak of protest emerged instead of words.
I wanted to tell him I didn’t understand.
Why did they want everyone to think they’d turned off the power to the town?
Who would do such a thing?
Mutters spread through the crowd, but their shifting uncertainty turned their threatening behavior into an uncoordinated mess.
The clubhouse door slammed behind Rafe.
The sound jarred through the crowd, startling them into a scattering motion that reminded me of roaches.
Ash chuckled under his breath. “Have to admit, the man knows what he’s doing.”
“Does he?” We skirted around the crowd and met Bishop on the wooden porch.
Bishop dipped his head in a slow nod. “Any idea what happened?”
Ash shrugged. “I’ll need to check the power station.”
I’d known they didn’t do this, but to hear them discussing it put me even more at ease.
An unexpected thought knocked me back a step. I rested my shoulder against the porch post and watched as the crowd drifted apart in twos and threes.
