Kelton tried to drag her back down, but Moira shoved his hands away.
I couldn’t hear what was said, but whatever it was wasn’t good.
“We should go,” I murmured.
Evie clicked her tongue. “Hell no! Moira never gets into trouble. This is way too good to leave.”
I stared down at her, but Evie gave me a guileless smile. “One more minute,” she pleaded.
I was helpless to resist her. “Fine.”
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
ETHAN
Unexplainable, yet pure, unadulterated rage pumped through my veins. Seeing Moira on top of the shifter had brought out all the violent tendencies I worked so hard every day to suppress.
Remembering I wasn’t in my own territory took great effort. I could not kill the shifter, no matter how much I wanted to. Seeing his enormous mitts wrapped around Moira’s slender waist made my vision haze red.
“Moira,” I said quietly. The familiar ring of blue and gold around my irises cast a watery shadow over her face.
She was disheveled, her silky dark hair tossed into a careless bun on top of her head. She, like Evie and Hope, had lost their overshirts somewhere. Seriously, what was with women losing articles of clothing after a few drinks? She was still decent in a strappy tank, but gods above, the woman had foregone a bra today, and the creamy, pale skin displayed was driving me to distraction.
Her face turned to stone when she pulled away from the shifter, his skin still moist from her lips. My fists clenched at my sides.
“What are you doing here?”
“Business,” I said through clenched teeth. “Having fun?”
A wicked smile curved her lips up. “As a matter of fact, yes, I am. Mind if we talk later?”
The shifter’s hands slid up her waist, pushing up her tank to expose a flat abdomen. He hadn’t looked up yet.
“You heard the lady. Get lost.”
Moira’s eyes widened in alarm.
I smiled, enjoying Moira’s flinch as she sucked in a stunned breath. “Kelton.”
“We’re busy,” the shifter insisted. “Everyone else in here knows not to interrupt us.” He smiled at Moira, a smile tinged with an insinuation I didn’t care for. “What do you say we get out of here?”
Moira swallowed and glanced up at me. One of my eyebrows rose.
On a normal night, If she wanted to go, I wouldn’t like it, but I would acquiesce. Tonight, based on the amount of beer glasses scattered around the table, Moira was inebriated. Kelton would not be taking her home tonight, even if I had to piss Rowan off in the process of detaining him.
“Moira won’t be going anywhere with you tonight, I’m afraid.” The words sounded regretful, but there was only ill-concealed violence in my voice. Only Moira was intelligent enough to hear it, even through the haze of Cliona’s magical booze.
Kelton jerked his head around, teeth bared, only to halt. His eyes widened.
“Umm.”
His hands slid from Moira’s skin. My shoulders fell a hair.
“Leave,” I said, locking eyes with Kelton.
He couldn’t hold the look for more than a few seconds. Kelton dropped his gaze and removed Moira from his lap, depositing her on the seat beside him. He slid from the booth and ducked his head, not even bothering to say goodbye to the woman he’d been…molesting for the gods know how long.
