Page 10 of Moonlight & Mayhem

He met her gaze. “Looks that way.” Her face changed. It happened so subtly that most people probably wouldn’t have noticed, but Mayhem did. He could see the fear in her eyes—not for herself, but for him. Something hot and possessive rolled through his chest, and he stepped closer to her. “Moon.”

“I’m fine,” she said.

“I didn’t ask if you were okay,” he insisted.

“I said I’m fine,” she spat.

“And I can smell you, and I know that you’re lying,” he reminded.

Her eyes narrowed. “It sounds creepy when you say it like that.”

Mayhem’s mouth twitched. “It doesn’t change the fact that I can smell your fear.”

The humor disappeared from her face. “I’m not afraid.”

“Liar.” Her wolf flashed behind her pale eyes, as though trying to prove that she wasn’t lying to him, but she was failing miserably.

Tempest looked toward the ceiling. “Could the two of you put the mating bullshit on hold until after no one is shooting at my clubhouse?”

Moon spun toward her. “There is no mating bullshit.”

Mayhem said, “There absolutely is.” And Moon glared at him.

Tempest pointed toward both of them. “Later.” A burst of gunfire tore through the front windows. Glass exploded around them, and Mayhem moved without thinking. He grabbed Moon and threw them both behind the bar. Pain ripped through his side when they hit the floor.

“Fuck!” he shouted.

Moon shoved herself upright. “You idiot!”

“You’re welcome,” he said with a curse.

“You tore something open,” she insisted.

“I saved you,” he countered.

“I was already moving. You didn’t need to tear open your stitches, playing hero,” she said.

“You weren’t moving fast enough,” he insisted. She slapped a hand against his side, and Mayhem hissed in pain as warm blood seeped through his shirt.

Moon’s expression went murderous. “You tore your stitches.”

“Apparently, I did,” he agreed.

“I’m going to kill you,” she growled.

“That feels counterproductive to all the work you did to save me earlier,” he teased. Another round hit the outside wall, and Moon ducked lower.

Mayhem reached for the gun tucked into the back of his jeans, and her gaze dropped to his waistband. “You had a gun?”

He shrugged. “I always have a gun on me.”

“You were unconscious, and you still had a gun on you?” she asked.

“Chrome gave it back to me after you finished patching me up,” he said.

“I’ll deal with him later. Right now, he’s on my shit list,” she spat.

“I’m sure that you’re probably on his too, but the two of you will grow on each other,” he assured. Howler and Chrome were two of his best friends in the Silver Fang club. If Moon was going to be a part of his life now, and there was no question that she was, they’d all have to learn to play nicely with each other.