“That sounded dirty,” he chuckles, making me grin and then adding more seriously, as he gestures out of the window, “I’m sure, look at them.”
I glance out of the window of the car, slightly confused, and then I realize what he’s talking about. Everyone is giving the car an extremely wide berth. Some agents even have their heads bowed low, and some are frozen. Everyone, apart from the guys, is giving the car fearful looks.
I feel Reed pull his power in, and the difference is immediate. Everyone’s posture returns to normal, and those who were frozen carry on doing what they were doing, although everyone still looks at the car with fear.
“I’m sorry,” I say to him. “It sucks. I wish I could make it better for you.”
“It does, but I am used to it. At least I no longer have to do it around the guys, I really hated that and so did they,” Reed replies. “Come on, Van’s already filling them in, and I think Coen’s getting uncomfortable, and by that I mean I think he’s about to throat punch someone.”
My eyes move to Coen.
“Shit!” I exclaim as I jump out of the car and rush over to him, catching his fist just before it connects with the cocky shit that said something to piss him off.
His dragon eyes meet mine.
Coen is always calm, or at least manages to make it appear that way, and usually, nothing bothers him unless it’s to do with something in particular. I turn around, moving so I’m as close to Coen as I can get, and he breathes deeply.
Apparently, his temper is a lot more volatile than it used to be. Which makes sense, he’s been through some seriously messed-up shit, and with everything going on and how well he’s handling it all, I keep forgetting.
I’m shit.
I need to check in with him properly later and make sure that he’s okay and is genuinely handling it as well as he appears to be. Apart from the more volatile temper.
Refocusing on the now wide-eyed fucker standing in front of me, I say, “If you have something to say about me, why don’t you be a grown-up and say it to my face rather than risk having your nose broken by saying it to Coen?”
“I was going to do more than break his nose,” Coen mutters, his dragon evident in the growl of his voice.
The guy's eyes widen even more. They’ve gotten too used to Coen not being able to shift, and being under the control of that cunt.
Of course, as far as they’re all concerned, Coen was on Kylen’s team and now suddenly Kylen’s team is disbanded and/or dead, and Coen is on our team. As I understand it from what the guys have said, Coen was horrible to them when he was under the control of Kylen, so I can understand why people are going to be confused.
This is our first job after the Choosing, and we all seem to have forgotten that most, if not all, of the agents are going to have forgotten about the Choosing, and therefore be very confused about the change in teams.
“I don’t have anything to say to you, bitch,” he spits at me. Fire in his gaze now that he’s looking at me and not Coen.
Apparently, I’m not as scary.
Coen growls, and within seconds, his shift has taken him over, and he’s towering above me. His huge head is centimeters above mine as he guards me, and I reach a hand up, stroking the side of his face and also trying to keep him from eating the guy.
It’s really not a big deal, I’ve been called a lot worse, but Coen clearly doesn’t take kindly to it.
The guy is frozen to the spot, looking up in fear at the very pissed off dragon who is only just hanging onto his temper because I’m touching him.The fact that Coen was able to shift and remain in the same place behind me, without knocking me over or anything, is a testament to how powerful he really is.
And how pissed off he is.
“Coen, you need to calm down,”I say into his mind, remembering our connection at the last moment.
“He called you a bitch and other things that I don’t want to repeat,”he growls back, referring to whatever the idiot said to piss him off in the first place.
“I know, but it really doesn’t matter. He doesn’t remember the Choosing, he doesn’t know that you’re on our team now, or anything else that happened,”I try to reason with him.“Plus, I’ve been called worse.”
That was the wrong thing to say.
“Whoa, what’s going on?” Van asks as he and Reed step between the idiot and me. The motion immediately calms Coen.
I’m assuming that Reed went to find Van since he is usually the best person to diffuse these situations.
Before I can explain the situation, and that it's just a little bit of a misunderstanding, or maybe an overreaction because the dickhead definitely called me a bitch, said dickhead starts to speak.
