“What the fuck is going on?” Logan’s voice rips through the night air.
Reaper steps in front of me, shielding me. It’s odd. He’s being nice for a change. Maybe he isn’t a complete asshole after all.
“She saw you and that whore,” Reaper spits.
“I know,” Logon snarls. “Leave us.”
“Careful, detective. You’re on my territory here.”
I sense the hostility rise in the air and I step out from behind Reaper.
“I don’t want to talk, Logan.”
“Salena.”
“No.”
“Reaper, can I have a word alone with her?” Logan growls.
Reaper looks down at me, waiting. I heave a deep sigh before nodding my head. He doesn’t need to be in the middle of this. Reaper purposely bumps Logan’s shoulder as he goes past. I stare at Logan. His icy blue eyes are hard, and I can’t get a good read on him, his face is set like stone. The only thing I feel is hurt. He touched another woman, and I am not okay with that.
“Salena.”
I close my eyes at the way he says my name.
“No.”
“It was all work.”
“You had your tongue in her mouth!” I scream, my voice turning hoarse.
Logan’s hands fist in his hair. “Fuck.”
My arms wrap around my waist and I watch him closely as he turns his back on me. I have never felt so vulnerable before. My heart is aching fiercely.
“She caught me off guard. I didn’t want that,” he says, pointing back at the club. “You weren’t supposed to be here,” he growls, turning to face me again.
“Who is she?”
“Reaper called and said she came in asking for me. Won’t talk to anyone but me. I’ve been trying to get information out of her for three days. The normal methods weren’t working. She said she had information on your case. Then she asked to meet me here. Said she would tell me everything over a few drinks.”
“So you what? Thought you’d sleep with her for the information!?”
“No!” he snarls, frustration causing his temper to show.
“She was grinding on your lap!” I snap. “You could have called her down the station.”
“Salena.” My name comes out as a warning. “She wasn’t grinding on my lap, and Sander already tried that.”
My shoulders drop, I am so tired. I want this all to be over, and I know he does as well, but I can’t get what I saw out of my head. Reaper could have told me, but he doesn’t owe me anything.
“Salena,” he murmurs softly this time. His hand glides up my arm, but I take a step back, putting more space between us. I am hurting, and all I want to do is step into his arms, but I can’t. Especially not when he smells likeher.
Logan’s gaze drops to my hands, seeing the blood on them.
His voice comes out edged with fury. “What happened?”
Logan tries to grab them, but I take another step back, flexing my fingers. Understanding dawns in his eyes and he ignores the space I’ve put between us, stepping in front of me.
