“Well, maybe I don’t want to be kept!” I hissed.
“Too bad.” He shrugged.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I asked, my voice exasperated.
“Because I justcan’t,” he said matter-of-factly.
I’d been so busy talking to him that I hadn’t noticed we’d reached my building; we had been walking together for a while.
“This is where we part ways,” I said. There was no way in hell I was going to allow him to follow me in—not that he seemed to listen to me.
“Are you sure I can’t walk you up to your door?”
“Should I get out my taser?”
He held up his hands in surrender. “Fine. Okay. Just know I’ll be watching out for you.”
I shook my head before hightailing it into my building, slamming the door behind me a little harder than I probably should have.
What gave that man the audacity? All I wanted to do was strangle him, possibly kick him in the nuts, and make him suffer.
And maybe run my hand through his hair. Was it as soft as it looked? Did he smell even richer up close? My mind wandered to the possibility of shoving my nose into the space behind and under his ear, where his scent would be extra potent.
I shook my head. Clearly, I was losing my mind.
Chapter 17
Chase
“Ithink she’s actually going to slaughter Spencer,” I muttered as I watched my pack mate walking Flora home.
If looks could kill, he would have been eviscerated by now.
My honeybee had a vicious streak, and I kind of loved it.
“Well, he’s not exactly behaving normally, is he?” Bear said from the passenger seat.
He wasn’t. Spencer was a logical creature and calm under pressure. Over many years of working together, I had never seen him let his emotions get the better of him, but as soon as he started following Flora, everything changed.
The small omega was shooting Spencer a death glare, and I was just waiting for her to whip the taser out again and jam it into my pack leader’s unmentionables.
“I should have been the one to follow her,” Bear insisted.
“To be fair, I thought you were going to…” I trailed off. Spencer had pulled rank, which was a rare occurrence. And it seemed like the only reason was so he could act like a total fool with Flora. His arm was slung around her shoulder, and he was grinning like a fool… I wasn’t sure if he was putting on a show or actually acting like a moron.
Outside, in the dark, was one of the few places Bear seemed truly comfortable following Flora. We didn’t give a shit about his facial scar, but we were also realistic about the attention it drew.
College students had a tendency to stare, so myself and Spencer often did the on-campus stuff, and Bear did more of the jobs where a little more intimidation was useful. Like protecting Pack Garnett at NHL games. His face was scary as fuck, especially when he glowered. It was amazing and made people think twice before going anywhere near whoever we were protecting.
“Isn’t this frustrating you?” Bear snarled, his eyes never leaving Flora as she walked up to her building, Spencer irritating her the entire way.
“Spencer making an ass of himself?” I asked.
Bear shook his head. “No. Her being out on her own so late.”
“She’s not on her own—she has us,” I pointed out. It was highly doubtful that Flora Hewitt would ever be alone again. None of us could walk away from her.
“I want her somewhere safer,” Bear said. “Maybe we need to anonymously email the university and get her into a better building.”
