But he stops short the moment he sees my expression. The colour drains from his face.
I can only imagine what sort of monster is staring back at him.
My grip tightens.
“Hunter.” Piper’s soft voice reaches me.
I look at her and find worry written all over her face.
Without releasing my hold on either of them, I start marching them towards the exit by the backs of their necks.
I glance over my shoulder at Piper.
“Just one minute, love. I’m taking the trash out.”
She doesn’t look convinced.
To be fair, she really shouldn’t.
Outside, I shove them towards one of Isaak’s men, who’s already waiting by the entrance, no doubt collecting the idiots Arlo, Milo, and Isaak have handed over as well.
“Make sure they’re dealt with.”
He nods.
I don’t wait for anything else. I turn and head straight back inside.
Straight to her.
She looks at me as I approach, one brow lifting slightly.
“You let a bit of crazy slip out,” she says, attempting to look past me towards the entrance.
I clench my jaw and move to block her view.
Her eyes return to mine. “I hope they’re still breathing.”
I give her a noncommittal response.
This woman.
Fucking perfect for me.
I extend my hand.
“Dance with me.”
She looks momentarily taken aback.
“You just lost your temper over two men for simply talking to me, and now you want to dance as though nothing out of the ordinary happened?”
“Nothing did,” I reply.
“Since when do you dance?”
“I don’t.”
She hesitates for a second before finally taking my hand.
