“You’re an idiot.” Havoc slams the mug on the table. “And it’s impossible. There’s got to be something.”
“Afraid not, Hav,” Discord counters.
“But I heard the arguments,” I tell him. “My father was adamant about not bringing him on as a client. There had to be a reason.”
“The Unholy have resources, Kerri. Powerful ones. If they can’t find anything on Miller—”
“They’re wrong,” I interrupt Havoc, taking umbrage at his placating tone. “My father didn’t trust Miller, but if you say the man is clean, fine. I’ll believe you. That doesn’t mean he’s not connected to the shooting. There’s a reason my father wanted nothing to do with him, and there’s a reason Miller is dead.”
“No doubt,” Discord agrees.
Havoc’s suspicious stare tracks me as I walk to the bedroom becauseseriously, I need to put on pants. “I appreciate everything the Unholy is doing for me, but I have to leave this mountain. Today. I can’t hide, not while my family is in danger.”
I don’t make it three more steps before Havoc is on his feet and in my face. I nearly drop the mug when his hand clamps around my upper arm. His eyes actually darken as he glares at me. “Hate to break it to you, Duchess, but you’re not leaving my mountain until Iletyou leave.”
Behind us, Discord mumbles, “Uh-oh.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Havoc snaps at him.
“Oh, really?” I am appalled at the outrageous display of caveman arrogance.
Havoc steps in closer until we’re nose-to-nose. “Yes, fucking really.”
“This mountain isn’t yours, and neither am I.”
His sneer is downright nasty. “No?”
“No.”
“Test me, Kerri,” he growls. He literallygrowlsthis directly in my face. “I dare you to leave.”
The audacity.
I try to pull away, but he tightens his hold. “Are you threatening me, Havoc?”
His eyes are a violent storm. “Damn right I am.”
This time, when I yank my arm, he releases me. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t fucking know.” His roar rebounds off the walls. Echoes throughout the cabin, and judging by his expression, the admission takes him by surprise.
He and I both.
“Um, I have to go vacuum the grass.” Discord grabs his jacket from the rack near the door and goes to wait outside while Havoc and I work out whatever…this…is between us.
And I genuinely don’t know what it is because Havoc’s mind is an angry abyss.
I step away, rubbing my arm where he squeezed. “Are you done screaming at me for no reason?” When he scrubs a hand over his face, I notice he hasn’t shaved. In fact, he’s in rough shape. If I thought I looked bad this morning,wow. He puts me to shame. “Are you hungover or still drunk?”
He drops on the sofa and gestures to the demolished bottle of Jack Daniels on the coffee table. “Both.”
I sit next to him, but not too close. “Why?”
He heaves out a sigh and levels a glare at me. “It’s driving me insane.”
Frustrated, I toss up my hands. “Am I supposed to understand? Because I don’t. Why are you angry?”
“This.” He motions to us. “You. Being here with you.”
