Sometimes being the adult sucked.
Some of my thoughts must have shown on my face because the blond vampire looked like he was fighting a grin. His stoic mask breaking for a small moment. Enough for human emotion to be glimpsed if someone looked closely enough.
I shrugged. “Other business. Of which you don’t need to know.”
His eyes shot sparks at me, telling me he’d get the information out of me one way or another. I gave a smirk that said, fat chance of that happening.
I gave Brax a sharp look. “You sure you want to continue this conversation out here?”
My tone made it clear that would not be a good idea.
I half expected the alpha to go all stubborn male on me, intent on sticking to his previous statement despite the change in circumstances. Color me surprised when he stood and gestured for us to follow him.
I popped up, leaving my drink behind and following Brax before Liam could stop me. My main mission hadn’t changed, even if that pain in the ass vampire had decided to show up.
As soon as we were in the hallway, Liam grabbed my arm and yanked me to a stop. I didn’t bother trying to jerk my arm out of his vise-like grip. Nothing like taking a hit to the dignity and being made to feel like a child when engaging in a tug of war over my arm.
“What are you doing here?” Liam said, his breath whispering against my ear.
“My job.”
“The job I gave you didn’t involve confronting werewolves in their den.”
“Perhaps we’re not speaking about the same job.”
“We’d better be speaking about the same job since you have very little time left on the clock. Do you need another reminder of what’s at stake here?”
Ah ha. I knew he had something to do with that confrontation at the club. Manipulative bastard.
Brax paused in front of a door and looked back at us. Liam’s hand didn’t move from my arm, but he did change his grip from that of restraining a recalcitrant child to something closer to holding my arm in a courtly manner.
“We can talk in here,” Brax said before entering.
Liam pulled me sideways, allowing the man with dark hair to precede us into the room. The man was expressionless as he slipped past us, as if he witnessed Liam taking someone to task on a daily basis. The blond took up position at the rear and shot me a wink.
Liam used his grip to guide me through the door. I tested its strength and found that while the hold had gentled, I wasn’t going anywhere until he released me.
Great. Now I really did feel like a child. One that was on the proverbial leash.
Liam waited until the door closed behind us before rounding on me.
“What are you doing here? The truth. Now.”
I shouldn’t have left my bourbon on the table. I had a feeling I was going to need it for this conversation.
“I told you. It’s none of your business.”
He watched me with narrowed eyes, thoughts turning behind their blue depths.
“Does this involve a job for Hermes?”
Just like him to hone in on the heart of the matter.
“Yes,” I tried.
“You are a horrible liar,” the blond observed as he took a sip out of one of the glasses he held.
“I’m an excellent liar,” I snapped. Then thinking about it, I added, “When it counts.”
