Page 70 of To Hunt A Wolf
The one who made sure I didn’t eat or drink for two days.
My hands ball into fists. “What the hell do you want?”
“You shouldn’t be allowed to roam alone.”
“Are you going to stop me?”
He starts to answer, but a short barked order cuts him off.
“Grey. Back off.”
We both look over to see Frankie cutting a path through the onlookers.
Her hair is still damp from a shower, and her uniform is freshly pressed. Her entire vibe is “don’t fuck with me,” which I appreciate, though I would have rather dealt with the asshole myself.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” she demands of him, standing toe to toe with the asshole despite the six extra inches of height he has on her.
“She should have an escort,” he snaps at her.
“Consider me it,” she says in a voice that dares him to argue.
Grey looks me over, his lip curled in a snarl that makes it clear what he thinks of me. Then he turns on his heel and leaves.
“Don’t pay him any attention,” Frankie tells me.
The rest of the cafeteria slowly goes back to their own business.
I exhale, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed I didn’t get to kick the guy’s ass.
“He tried to starve me to death,” I say, “so, yeah, he’s going to have my attention—at least until I can repay the favor.”
Her brows lift. “I see. Does Levi know?”
“Yeah.”
“And Grey’s still breathing?” Frankie asks wryly.
I frown. “I’m not sure Levi cares quite that much.”
She snorts, but her amusement dies at the sight of my expression. “Give it ’til end of day,” she says. “If Grey’s still walking around like he owns the place, you have my full permission and support to lay him out.”
“Noted,” I say.
She pats my arm. “See you around, Mac.”
“Bye.”
She disappears toward the food line, leaving me alone to navigate. Ignoring the glares and whispers, I manage to snag a plate of pancakes and a water before retreating back into the hall. My stomach grumbles at the sound of it and I realize how long it’s been since I had a real meal.
The idea of returning to my tiny room is too unappealing. Instead, I duck back into the conference room from last night. While I eat, I try to decipher what the coding on the whiteboard means.
Behind me, someone knocks lightly on the open door.
I look up to see Levi standing there, and a hundred emotions wash over me. Even after hours apart, the look he gives me takes me right back to where we left off in the hangar last night. His eyes swirl with need, and I nearly give in and throw myself into his arms right here. Then a second figure enters behind him, shoving him aside so he can pass.
“Move, bro,” Tripp grunts good-naturedly. He stops short when he sees me, though. “Oh. Hey.”
I wrench my gaze from Levi and look at Tripp. “Hi.”
