“You know what though? I think it would,” I say in a mock whisper.
Lola’s face lights up. “I knew it!”
Felix groans. “Don’t encourage her and her intrusive thoughts.”
Lola leans in closer to Felix, “Do you think–”
“No,” Felix says, grabbing her shoulders and steering her the other way. I laugh and wave to her as she is escorted from the room. Felix grumbling under his breath.
Grady walks into the room and hands me a beer. “Anyone know where Kai went?”
I feel down the pack bond for him and I’m hit with his sudden anger and rage. Spinning on my heels, I run for the backdoor, racing out onto the deck that overlooks the yard. Kai is dragging an unconscious man by the foot over dirt and leaves as he emerges from the woods.
Shit!
I race down the steps and across the backyard. “Kai, what the fuck?” I yell.
“He was in the woods taking photos,” he says, tossing a camera at me. I catch it and turn it over in my hands. My eyes widen as a shiver works its way over me. He was watching us?
Kai drops a bag at my feet and photos spill out across the ground, all of me.
The blood drains from my face, and I meet Kai’s eyes. His are borderline feral, the yellow flecks flickering through the blue.
“Do you think . . . ” I trail off and Kai grunts, letting go of the man’s foot.
I walk over and peer down at him, but I don’t recognize him. Felix and the others all surround us. Lola lets out a small gasp, covering her mouth.
“Is he dead?” she asks softly.
“I wish,” Kai grunts in response, and I flash him a warning look.
“Incoming,” Rose says, and we all spin her way.
Instinctively, the pack takes a defensive position around me, facing outward. Logan’s car is making its way down the long driveway. There’s no way we are going to be able to hide this. Logan is way too perceptive.
“Shit,” I hiss.
“We could tie him up and gag him until Logan leaves,” Lola says.
Slowly, I turn back and stare at Lola in shock. I did not just hear her right, right?
“We will do no such thing,” I scowl.
Lola shrugs. “Just an idea, I mean we–”
I hold up my hand, stopping her. “Look, just stay here. I’ll bring Logan over. We won’t be able to hide . . . this,” I gesture to the unconscious man on the ground, surrounded by photographs of me.
Quickly I make my way back toward the house, my feet crunching over the leaves that have fallen and now covered the ground in a thick blanket. I watch as Logan pulls to a stop next to the other cars and gets out. His brows lower as he closes his car door, watching me approach.
“What’s wrong?”
My heart is hammering so hard in my chest I can barely hear myself speak.
“What makes you think something’s wrong?”
He growls and storms toward me. “I can see it in your eyes, Salena, so don’t even try hiding it from me.”
I hold up my hands in surrender at his glare. “I’m sorry.”
