Page 53 of Midnight Danger

Jordan sniggered. “I dread to think what they’d do if they think you’re an asshole.”

Ash fist-bumped him. “Those perverts in there would still probably try to stroke or fuck him.”

“Without lubrication,” I deadpanned.

“Zee pulls off being a badass because everyone thinks he’s posh.” Jordan smiled like a dick.

I rolled my eyes at him. “You attended the same school as me.”

“Yeah, but I’m generally rude to everyone. Your smile puts them at ease before you snap and bite them.” Jordan took his phone out to check it. “I have the details of all their phones. We should be able to track them.”

“You really are a psychopath,” Ash informed him as we slid into the car.

Jordan gave him his best creepy smile that would make anyone want to run in the other direction. “I’m a sociopath, get you terminologies right.”

“How long do you think before we’re paid a visit?” I queried. If they’d tried to clone or track our phones, they’d be diverted to a different number, one that Jordan controlled remotely. The Council had tech experts that would challenge Q in James Bond for their ingenuity.

“They’re probably plotting your demise right now.” Jordan laughed. “That guy was not happy you called him a minion. He nearly turned purple like the evil ones in the movie when you said it.”

“He’ll need to join the queue of unhappy people then, because I now have to deal with my delinquent father who terrified my fiancée last night. I really could kick his ass, and God only knows who he was trying to marry me off to.” I stopped Ash’s chuckle with a glare. “Your father is on the Council, the same could currently be happening to you.”

That sobered him in an instant.

Jordan slapped me on the shoulder. “I think I’ve just found the only benefit to being an orphan.”

“If they’re creating alliances,” Ash replied. “Believe me, they’ve already selected someone for you. They’re just trying to think of a way to back you into a corner, so you’ll have to agree to it.”

“Fucking marvellous,” Jordan muttered darkly. “That’s all I need. A wife nagging me.”

Ash and I shared a look. “So, Megan’s staying in your apartment,” I said. “I have other apartments free in the building.”

Jordan’s jaw tightened because he walked straight into our relationship talk trap.

“I think the one beside mine is free,” Ash continued, a grin tugging his lips.

“It’s fine, we’ve known each other for a while,” Jordan ground out as we all got into his car. He wasn’t a good passenger, and always insisted on driving no matter what.

Jordan fired his Mercedes into life, speeding away from our meeting.

“Is she the woman you put a tracker on without her knowing?” I wondered out loud.

He stiffened beside me, giving me my answer.

“If you care about her, why did you let her go?” I persisted.

He shot me a look designed to intimidate or kill anyone with a delicate constitution. “Meg is the light to my darkness. She is everything good in this world and I am the hand of death. She deserves a life with someone who can love her and give her everything she needs.”

“That sounds like a job for you,” I said absently, gazing out the window. “From what I hear from Cas, Meg’s been hurt badly in the past. It’s why she hides in The Midnight Rooms and has anonymous sex with strangers.”

Jordan’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

“I’m not saying you have to marry her. But both of you deserve that you try and see where this goes.”

“Just because you’ve got a happy ending, doesn’t mean that everyone else will,” Jordan snapped.

“Fine.” I threw my hands up in surrender. “Let other men hurt her until she’s broken and miserable.”

“You really are a bastard,” Jordan countered.

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