Chapter Twenty-Two
Doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result, was the definition of insanity. Did falling for Nash make him insane? He thought maybe not, considering he’d never been in love before. He’d thought he’d been in love with others, not Colin the narcissist Cunningham, but Daniel and Luke. After meeting Nash and falling for him so hard and fast, he knew Nash was the only one he’d ever been in love with, and he was the only one Abi would ever love again.
Abi darted a glance at Nash. An ache started in his chest, and it had Nash’s name written all over it.
They sat in the back seat next to each other.
Nash turned to face him. “If you stay hidden, that might give us leverage.”
Abi was having a crisis, and Nash wanted to talk about the job.
“What did you have in mind?” Abi wanted Mallor to be gone. Dead and rotting couldn’t come soon enough. Maybe then he could have a meltdown.
“Can you become small enough to stay under my collar or in my shirt?”
Abi nodded and continued to look out the window. He tried to remain calm so Nash wouldn’t feel his emotions.
“Abi?”
“Yes.”
“Look at me.”
“No, thanks.” Every time Abi did, he melted, then his chest hurt because he loved Nash so fucking much, and then he panicked about losing him. It was as stupid as Nash’s stupidly handsome face and also freaking nuts.
Nash growled. “Stop the car.”
Cat met Abi’s gaze through the rearview mirror. “What?”
Had Nash lost his mind? “What the fuck, Nash?”
“Stop the fucking car? Now.” Nash’s eyes turned reptilian, and his fangs dropped.
Cat pulled over onto the side of the road. Open fields were on either side, and no one was on the road. The cityscape glittered ahead of them. Somewhere in the mess of buildings and people, Mallor was waiting to kill Nash.
Abi rolled his eyes. “Keep driving, Cat.”
Nash cursed. “Gods damn it!”
If someone had told Abi that Nash could lose his shit, Abi wouldn’t have believed it. But that was exactly what was happening. Abi had no idea over what, though.
Cat pulled onto the road again. She met his gaze, then darted a glance at Nash.
“He won’t hurt me.” Abi was positive about that. “Or you.”
Nash’s growl was low in his throat. “Tell me what the problem is now and make it fucking quick, Abi. We’re about to go into the lion’s den, and this time we’re facing the lion head-on. I don’t need whatever drama you’re cooking up in your head right now.”
Abi narrowed his eyes. The drama comment pissed him off. “The dramatic one here isn’t me.”
“What is this about, Abi?” Nash growled again. “Is this because you think I’m leaving again? Because I’m not. Ever. And I won’t let you walk away either. You’re mine, and that’s final.”
Abi let that melt him into a puddle. “Possessive.”
“I’m a fucking dragon shifter. What the fuck do you expect?”
“You’ve met and exceeded all of my expectations, Daddy.” Abi took off his seatbelt and climbed onto Nash’s lap. He laid his head on Nash’s shoulder.
That calmed Nash a bit. “Is it the family liking you again? Because they’ll love you as much as I do.”
