Liam loomed over the boy. “No. Youcan’t.”
The boy turned toward him before backing away faster than a spookedrabbit.
“Maybe I wanted a free drink,” Isaid.
Liam’s eyes flashed dangerously. “ThenI’llbuy you adrink.”
Not the answer I was expecting. “Forget it. I don’t want anything todrink.”
“Did you come withEverest?”
I shook my head. “He’s out oftown.”
Liam’s jaw tightened. “Of course heis.”
What was that supposed tomean?
“Did you comealone?”
“No! I came with two coworkers from theinn.”
Someone shoved into me, and I momentarily lost my balance. Liam shot out a hand and caught my elbow, steadying me. Once he’d established I could stand on my own two feet, he letgo.
I rubbed the patch of skin he’d touched. “I should go findthem.”
“Females ormales?”
My forehead furrowed at his strangequestion.
“Your coworkers, are they women ormen?”
“Women.Why?”
“Justasking.”
Uh-huh.Weirdo.“I should go findthem.”
Heart pounding to the hectic rhythm of the bass spilling from the surround-sound speakers, I made my way toward Skylar and Emmy. They’d met up with another couple—Francine and Lark. Francine was petite and feminine. Lark was something else. In spite of the buzz cut and the baggy AC/DC t-shirt, Lark didn’t strike me as a man. But maybe hewas.
They were all very nice and included me in every conversation, which was more than the pack did. At some point, I found myself looking upward at the mezzanine, right into Liam’s shadowy gaze. His forearms were propped on the metal guardrail. Matt stood next to him, and behind them sat the rest of their posse and their harem ofgirls.
When a thin, pale arm snaked around Liam’s midsection, crumpling his black V-neck, I looked away. Three days ago, he’d proclaimed he’d wanted to kiss me, that he didn’t care about Tamara, and yet here she was, wrapped around him like string around a birthdaypresent.
His fickleness stung way more than itshould.
Chapter Thirty-Six
I’d been standingfor what felt like hours in the bathroom line, and it had barely shortened. What did women do inthere?
I started tapping my foot to distract myself from the spasms in my bladder. When that didn’t help, I took out my phone. I wasn’t socially connected—no Facebook, no Instagram, no Twitter, no Snapchat—so I checked the news, especially what was happening overseas. Even though August had said little could kill a werewolf, I worried about his safety. What if a blood-thirsty rebel set fire to hiscamp?
I shuddered just thinking aboutit.
By the fifth article I read, I was two people closer to my destination. I contemplated the men’s room entrance that swung like a revolving door. Boys were in and out so fast I suspected they didn’t wash their hands. At this moment, I wished women would sacrifice hygiene for speed. Just as I had that thought, the boy’s bathroom door flapped again, and lo and behold, Liam Kolane steppedout.
I swung my gaze to the short ponytail of the girl in front of me, feigning great interest in her purple hairtie.
When her head swiveled and her mouth fell a little open, I momentarily shut my eyes. I could smell Liam next to me, feel the heat from his hulkingbody.
