The man makes a gurgling noise, and my hand reaches up, landing on Logan's arm.
“Is– is that . . . a threat?” he chokes out.
Logan pushes a little harder, making the man’s eyes bulge,
“No, it’s a fucking promise. Touch her again, and it will be the last thing you fucking do,” he snarls in the man’s face.
My heart is thundering in my chest. “Logan?”
Logan releases the man, letting him fall down the wall, his eyes watering. “Fuck you, man. And fuck her,” he says, holding his neck.
Logan takes another step forward, fists clenched.“One more word. I dare you,” he snarls.
I can see the muscles under his shirt bunch, he wants to lay this guy out, but is holding himself back.
The man stumbles to his feet, and he glares at us as he and his friends walk toward the door. I watch them go, making sure they don’t cause trouble on the way out. I startle when Logan’s fingers brush along my hand.
“Are you okay?” he asks, looking down at me. And the way his eyes drill into mine steals my breath. He is so damn handsome.
“Always,” I whisper.
Logan grunts and steps closer, his eyes bright and full of desire, making my heart thump loudly.
“I hate them watching you,” he says, lowering his voice.
At first, I’m confused, but I follow his gaze and see several men looking our way. My hand reaches out slowly, and I link my pinky with his. “Good thing I’m not watching them.”
Logan’s finger tightens around mine as we stare at each other, everything else fading out. A body bumps into mine, breaking the spell, and Logan steps away clearing his throat. He turns his face away as if to hide his scars from me.
His gaze briefly flicks back to me. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
When he turns to leave, everyone parts for him like the Red Sea. Women watch as he walks past, and I feel my claws extend. I shake my head at my own ridiculousness and watch him step through the door, a pang of longing hits me square in the chest. The night before flashes through my mind, along with what he said. Whatever happened to him left him with scars deeper than the ones on his face. I make my way back behind the bar, and Declan slides up and leans over so only I can hear.
“He’s scary for a human. And strong. He basically threw that guy against the wall,” Declan whispers harshly in my ear. When I turn to look at Declan, his distinctive grayish blue eyes sparkle with delight, and his blonde hair with blue tips tumbles over his forehead.
“I noticed,” I say, biting my bottom lip.
It’s hot.
Chapter Fifteen
Logan
Ituckmyhandsinto my pants pockets as I make my way down the street. It’s getting cooler now, the air crisp as autumn slowly fades away. I don’t know how the others roped me into joining them for a drink at the small bar down the road after our Friday shift. I silently follow Milo into the bar; this is the last place I want to be, but Sander’s been pushing me to open up and try to make friends. I’ve barely spoken to anyone down at the precinct, except for Milo. He’s young, and a new Dad. I like him because he respects my boundaries and doesn't push for more. Milo moves to the bar, pushing his shaggy brown hair from his face as he orders a round of drinks. From the corner of my eye, I see Kallie approach, her shoulders pulled back and head high. She comes to a stop next to me, and I groan internally. I have a feeling I’m going to have to be direct and firm with her or she’s just not going to leave me alone.
“So, how are you liking our small city, Logan?”
I drop my gaze to hers, and her eyes widen a little at the full weight of my stare. “It’s different,” I answer, unable to keep the bored tone from my voice. I look around the bar. It's a fairly busy night, even though it’s still early. All the tables are full, and a few people are out on the small dance floor. I feel the weight of my age as I glance around the room. Thirty-one is far from old, but half the people here don’t look old enough to be drinking, or even to grow facial hair.
A flash of silver hair catches my eye, and my pulse picks up. My eyes scan the crowded bar, hoping it’sher.
Kallie moves in closer to me, and I stiffen as her hand lands on my bicep. My gaze snaps to hers. Her smile is forced, betraying her nerves.
“So, what do you do in your down time?” she asks, trying to make small talk.
I fuckinghatesmall talk.
I move my arm, making her hand fall. Her brows crease and she shifts nervously on her feet. I fold my arms and slowly raise my gaze to survey the crowded bar. Another flash of silver hair catches my attention, and I turn in time to see Salena making her way over to a group of girls who are standing around a high table. They all cheer and raise their drinks before taking a sip.
