“I’ll remind you both of who is in charge,” he shot back.
“And let us remind you, you can’t force us to do shit.”
Blue and black swirled out the three of us. Our volatile relationship had grown more explosive over the past few years. I didn’t give a fuck about respect or loyalty. Not when it came to Hunter.
“Both of you need to stop,” Erik said firmly. “Hunter, you got what you wanted without me and Gray. Now, if you don’t mind, we’ll take our leave.”
Erik looked at me and I dropped my aura first, even if I wanted to take Hunter out in front of everyone. We walked away, back to Sloan.
“Ignore him,” Erik pleaded, knowing that my temper was still swirling behind the calm facade. “He has a lot riding on this project and it’s not as if it’ll be the entire cohort of minor Gods.”
“If Archer is coming, then it’s going to be chaos,” I said, staring ahead.
“Good thing you’re here then.”
Erik threw me a smile, and I gave my little brother a gentle shove.
If the God of secrets was joining us, then we’d all have to watch our step.
Matt had arranged a date at a rock-climbing centre. Strapped into a harness, we dangled from the wall, racing to the top and easing ourselves back down. If I was honest, I hadn’t laughed so much in a long time. The conversation was light, and once we’d exhausted ourselves, we returned home and agreed to meet atMurphy’sfor a drink.
“My best paying customer!” Tyler greeted me as I walked into the pub.
I curtsied deeply and walked over to the bar.
“Hey, Quen,” Charlie said, appearing next to her partner.
“What did he promise you to get you behind the bar?” I asked.
“A life sentence.”
I laughed hard, and Tyler wore a sheepish grin as he looked at me.
“No,” I said, sobering up. “No, Ty.”
“Please, Scott. I’m short staffed, and just look at the place,” Tyler pleaded.
Glancing around, it was easy to see that the pub was packed to the brim with only Charlie, Tyler, and one other member of staff behind the bar.
I sighed. “You owe me.”
“You’re a star!”
He threw me an apron that I tied around my waist before pulling my hair into a ponytail and making my way behind the bar.
As I finished serving my first customer, a pair of fingers brushed against the small of my back, and I tensed.
“How was the date?” Gray’s voice was at my ear.
I turned on my heel to see his signature smirk and my eyes trailed down his body. He was dressed casually again, and it caught me off guard each time. The plain black t-shirt fitted his form like a second skin, and I flushed, thinking of the sculpted body that laid beneath the fabric.
“Can’t have gone that well if you’re looking at me like I’m your last meal.” He raised a brow, looking pleased with himself, and I shook my head, stepping away from him.
“I had a great time,” I corrected him. “We went rock climbing. I can’t believe I haven’t tried it before. What are you doing behind the bar?”
“Helping,” he answered.
“You do bar work?” I asked, surprised.
