“Says the assassin who usually enjoys my commands,” Laz returns. “Are you saying you don’t want our omega to take care of herself?”
Noah doesn’t answer. Just grunts.
Because of course he wants her to be safe and look after herself. We all do.
But he does have a point about the rules.
However, I’m too entertained to comment on it, as Lark just returned a string of creative emojis.
I tilt the screen so Laz can see the array of weapons coupled with several more middle fingers. Noah gets up so he can view the response, too.
“That reminds me, where’d you put her gun?” he asks Laz.
“Why?” Laz asks.
“Because I want to know.”
Laz stares at him for a moment, clearly wary. “I set it in the only working drawer over there for now,” he says, gesturing to the armoire that serves as a front for our onboard safe. He was obviously planning to set it inside at some point.
But Noah is already walking over to retrieve it.
“What are you doing?” Laz demands, shifting in his seat but not following.
“Getting our girl a toy so she can feel safe again.”
Laz’s expression shifts to irritation. “Noah?—”
“Nope,” he says, cutting off the don. “I know what I’m doing.”
Laz moves to try to stop him, but I hold out my arm. “I’m actually with Noah on this one.” Giving the gun back to Lark is a risk. But… “She needs to feel like she can protect herself.”
“And what about us?” Laz demands. “It’s not your knot she threatened with that thing.”
I grin. “We both know that made you hard.”
“Not the point, Johan.”
I shrug. “What’s life without a little danger? Isn’t that what you always say?”
He simply shakes his head. “Lunatics. Both of you.”
“Thank you,” Noah murmurs, giving a bow. Then he knocks on the door. “I’m coming in, little bee. Try not to sting me, yeah?”
CHAPTER NINE
LARK
Noah returned my gun.
I thought it was a trick. Because ithadto be a trick.
Yet I couldn’t figure out the catch.
The bullets were still in place. The trigger mechanism appeared to work. Everything wasnormal. Exactly as it had always been.
And all he said when he handed it back to me was “Keep it close, Aurora. If we do something that makes you want to shoot us, then do it. Because if we scare you, we deserve to be shot.”
With those words, he left and returned with cleaning supplies to mop up the coffee and sweep up the broken shards from the shattered cup. He also attempted to wipe off my boot, which I threw at the door earlier when I realized Johan was taunting me with his hack on my phone.
