“Wait. You know who we are?” I ask. Silas scoots closer to me, his chest nearly pressed against my back.
I hate it. Kinda.
“Word travels fast. Heard about your little meeting all the way here in the big city,” the man says with a smile that just looks wolfish.
I pull out one of the photos, even though Silas tries to shove my hand back into my purse.
“Have you seen her?” I ask.
He holds the picture and tilts his head. “She works at the jewelry store on St. Philip street.”
“You’re sure?” I ask.
“Why are you looking for a human?” he asks, and my heart sinks.
“None of your concern. Once we get what we need, we’ll be on the road back to our parish.”
“Back to your parish and head your separate ways, I presume?” he asks looking down at me, I’m sure I looked confused. “Bold choice, not marking her with your scent here,” he says to Silas who’s still behind me.
“We’re just passing by. I want nothing to do with your pack,” Silas says behind me.
“No? Not good enough for Pack Corsair? Are we beneath you, Alpha?” he says, and I can tell he’s goading Silas, it’s the first time I’ve seen anyone get under his skin in this way, and maybe I’m enjoying it more than I should.
“We’ll be going now,” Silas says.
“No, wait a minute. The little witch, who smells only of magic, came all this way to the Big Easy. Wouldn’t be hospitable of me to let her leave without a reminder of what being around a real Alpha is like. Would the little lady like to dance?” the unfamiliar wolf says.
“No, she would not like to dance. Fuck off,” Silas says and I crane my neck to glare at him.
“The little lady can speak for herself. I’d love to,” I tell him.
I don’t want to dance with him, I just want to piss Silas off as the shifter holds out his hand and I follow him to the dance floor.
My grand-mère would probably go into cardiac arrest if she knew what I was up to right now. Not only am I married to the shifter glaring at me from the bar, but I’m now dancing against some random shifter to piss my said husband off.
“I didn’t know witches could be so amenable,” the shifter purrs behind me.
I roll my eyes and glance over at Silas whose eyes seem to be almost glowing.
“Seems like your big friend over there is jealous.”
“He’s not jealous,” I assure him. “We hate each other.”
“Oh, cher, that doesn’t look like hate,” he says, his hands sliding down my hips and his warm breath hits the shell of my ear to whisper. “That looks like?—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence as Silas grabs the man by the throat and pushes him against the wall.
“Oh, my fuck. Stop it, you’re going to get in trouble,” I plead with Silas, tugging on his shirt.
“Do you want to take this out to the bayou? Should I take over your pack too?” Silas seethes at the man’s face and I sigh.
“Just drop it. We got what we wanted,” I tell him. Silas doesn’t even pay me a single mind as he leans over and whispers something to the other shifter. The man's eyes go wide as he glances at me.
“My mistake. See to it that you’re out of town by the end of the week and we won’t have any problems,” he says.
Silas lets the man go and grabs me by the wrist, tugging me out of the bar.
“Ow. Slow down,” I complain, though he doesn’t. I nearly have to jog to keep up with him.
