Page 35 of Savoring Her Snake

“No,” he snaps. “Take them and leave.”

“I understand you are upset,” Heath says softly. “Do not take your anger out on Juliana. I won’t like it.” The threat hangs in the air, and Bram sucks in a breath.

“Jules, I’m sorry. None of this is your fault.” He moves toward us, and Heath taps his cane. Bram glances at it and relaxes his shoulders. “I think it would be best if you took a couple of weeks off. You need time with your mate.”

“Bram, I need this job,” I whisper, and Heath’s hand tenses.

“I know. I’ll give you vacation pay,” he offers.

“I don’t have that.”

“You do now,” he says. Bram is a nice guy. He’s worked hard to build a steady business.

“Thanks.”

“Sorry about the ceiling,” Saphira says, and Bram turns. “We’ll pay for the damages. I get riled up. I guess I have a problem using my fire in public.” She grimaces.

“I will take you up on the offer.” Bram walks away and crouches by the man holding his arm.

“Your work?” Bram asks Heath, looking over his shoulder.

“Yes. He shouldn’t have touched Sally,” Heath says.

“No.” Bram looks at Sally. “He shouldn’t have.” I’m shocked when Bram twists his arm severely. “I don’t want you at The Night Wolf again.”

“Alright,” the man whimpers.

“I’m done,” Micah states, stopping close to Bram.

“Good. Change theirs, too.” Bram points down the line of bodies on the floor.

“I’ll get creative with them,” Micah grins.

“It won’t work on the bear,” Bram says.

“When I do it,” Micah leans over the shifter. “It will.”

“I don’t see Robin,” I mutter.

“She went on a break,” Heath says. “She’s fine. I hear her down the hall.”

“You heard her?” I ask. He mentioned his sensitive ears, but I didn’t quite believe it.

“Yes,” he chuckles.

“These parties are getting better and better,” Sally exclaims, looping her arm through Roxanne’s. “Where should we go next?”“No,” Quinn growls.

“Come on, bear,” Sally whines. “The night is young.”

“Time to go,” Heath says, pulling me forward. I let him, and look around in wonder. Everyone is sitting back in their seats, and conversations are starting. It’s amazing.

“Heath,” Sally says.

“No,” Heath says.

“Don’t be like that,” she says.

“Stay out of trouble,” he instructs as we reach the front door.

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