Page 110 of Prey

Weird man that he was.

The light outside the bar was enough that I could make out each of his features, and I focused my eyes on his lips to keep myself grounded.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said, as if it was that easy. I shot him a look, and he added, “I’ll be with you the whole time. And remember, if any of those fuckers—”

“Yeah, yeah. I got it. If they touch me, I’ll tell you. You know, it might be easier if I just tattoo your name across my forehead. That way, there would be no mistake that I came here with you.”

He smacked my ass for that remark. I glared up at him.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said roughly, and it was one of those times when I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

I eyed him carefully, and it wasn’t until he grinned at me that I could feel myself relaxing.

I didn’t think he would tattoo his name onto my forehead, but the man was unpredictable enough that I wouldn’t put it past him to drug me and tattoo his name somewhere on my body. And I might have just given him that idea.

I shivered and wiggled out of his arms before walking away from him.

He laughed, and I knew it wouldn’t take him long to catch up to me, though I probably made it easier for him when I pulled to a stop before I reached the front door.

Micah was standing there watching us, his silver eyes expressionless, as usual.

And I thought Roman was good at hiding his feelings.

I felt my gut tighten in fear.

No matter what anyone said, I didn’t think there would ever be a time when Micah didn’t scare me.

His eyes took me in, up and down, and I resisted the urge to squirm as a slight chill ran down my spine.

Roman took in his brother watching me, and he grabbed my hand, squeezing it in comfort.

I moved in a little closer to him.

“Hey,” Roman said to Micah. “You didn’t have to come out and greet us. I know you probably miss me and all that shit, but seriously man, this obsession is really getting out of control.”

I looked at Roman with wide eyes. What about the way Micah looked that told Roman he would be cool with him joking like this?

I held my breath as Micah watched us for a beat, just before he shook his head and rolled his eyes.

I blinked.

Wow.

Healmostlooked human.

“Your head’s getting big. I don’t know how the girl puts up with you.”

Wait.

Did he just call methe girl? I was sure he knew my name, but did he not want to say or acknowledge it?

Was there something wrong with me that I found the nickname to be strangely sweet, even if it wasn’t really a nickname, and there wasn’t anything sweet about it?

Roman pulled me closer in his arms. “She puts up with me just fine, don’t you, baby?”

“Yeah,” I muttered softly, looking down at the ground.

“Timid little thing, ain’t she?” Micah asked, making me look back up at him. I frowned. I wasn’t timid, but I was sure Micah had the talent to make anyone behave that way.

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