Page 29 of Bad Blood Alpha

Jasmin held his gaze, not letting him look away.

“It was about her.” That wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.”

“Who’s after her?”

“Not sure.”

Her eyes glittered in the dark. “Don’t you think you’d better find out?”

“I’m handling it.”

“Uh huh.” She cocked her head. “We had a conversation once, you and I. About getting involved with outsiders’ troubles, and things that you could and couldn’t allow to touch your crew.”

“I make those choices.”

“Don’t pull that alpha shit on me,” Jasmin said. “If you drag trouble down on the crew, it affects all of us. We have cubs here now, and mates. You can’t just fuck with dragons and not tell us.”

“So, after all the trouble you and all your mates brought down on the crew—and which I dragged you out of—you’re not willing to back me?”

Jasmin’s voice softened. “Shit, Flynn, we’ll back you in anything. If you don’t know that by now…” She sighed. “But we can’t back you if we don’t know what’s going down. We have to be prepared, is all I’m saying. So if Kira is bringing trouble down on this crew, you have to tell them. Us. At least give them a chance to get the cubs out of the way.”

“There’s no trouble coming down on anyone tonight,” he said. “And if I see any coming, I’ll give you a heads-up.”

Jasmin nodded. There was a long pause. “So,” she said. “Is she really your mate?”

Shit. He should have gone upstairs while he had the chance. “The fucking dragons said she is.”

“So why is she sleeping down here? She’s hot for you.”

He snorted. “Dragon princesses aren’t hot for anything. They have ice running through their veins.”

“If you say so.” She sounded amused. “I’m with Xander, though. It would do you good to get laid.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. This conversation is done.” Flynn headed for the stairs.

“I could arrange a cage fight for you two. Worked for me and Brody.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Fine. There’s lotion and extra tissues in the linen closet, if you and Mr. Hand are spending quality time together tonight. Or are you just going to hit the shower, so you can skip the cleanup?”

“Fuck you, Jaguar.”

Her laughter followed him up the stairs.

Fucking crew. He was definitely moving to Tahiti.