Iona laughed and called for a bartender, slapping her hand on the polished veneer.
Frankie came over, placed one shot glass down, and filled it expertly.
“Two,” Iona corrected.
“I think the omega has had enough,” Frankie said.
“What?” I asked indignantly.
“You’ve had enough. I’m cutting you off,” she said.
“I’m barely buzzed,” I argued loudly.
A large hand landed on my shoulder.
“Mind your place,” a hoarse male voice said, and I shoved the offending hand off of me.
“Don’t touch me,” I told him.
“Harriet, girl, calm down; we can take our custom elsewhere. I have a place in the city,” she suggested, pulling my attention away from the guy who had grabbed me. “Want to leave here?” she asked, nodding and smiling.
I nodded.
She reached out and took my wrist and hand and began to lead me away from the bar toward the draft of the exit.
I stumbled along beside her, watching my feet, trying not to fall over myself, but looking down and walking made me dizzy.
Suddenly, Iona stopped, and it took me a moment to find which way was up, but when I did, I found Cole staring back at me.
“Where are you going with my omega?” Cole said.
She seemed calm.
I looked around for the tall blonde.
“Harriet,” Iona said, turning me back around to face Cole. “As I was explaining, I was taking Harriet back to mine to sober up. I thought she was here with your nephew, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be going home with my friend tonight. I didn’t want her to get taken advantage of. There was almost a thing with some arsehole. Anyway, if I knew you were here, I would have come and found you.”
“You’re not needed anymore,” Cole said.
Iona dropped my hand and moved off into the crowd.
“Wait,” I said and turned too fast trying to find her in the crowd, falling sideways.
“We’re going home,” Cole said, holding onto my upper arms.
“Get off of me,” I shouted.
Cole dragged me forward in front of her, her hold on my upper arms nearing painfully tight.
“Enough,” she growled out before heaving me up and over her shoulder.
The movement made my head spin.
The cold night air hit me like a punch to the chest.
Suddenly, I was right-way-up on my own feet. I wobbled and reached out, taking hold of Cole’s jacket to steady myself.
“What were you thinking?” she snarled low.
