Page 41 of Dark Wolf Soul
I didn’t think, I just acted.
Now, all I can do is minimize the fallout.
“How’d it go here?” Dutch asks.
His gaze flicks to the hall.
“Dropped the girl with Mia,” I tell him.
“And your guest? How is she feeling about nearly getting her throat ripped out?”
I sigh as I sink into the chair beside him and lean my head back so I can stare up at the ceiling. There’s a tiredness in me that has nothing to do with missing a night of sleep. “Fine.”
“Doesn’t sound very fine. Is Her Highness giving you trouble again?”
I snort and look back at him. “When is she not?”
He grins. “Babysitting duty not your speed, eh?”
“She wants a meeting with Franco,” I say, running a hand through my hair as I straighten. “In exchange, she’ll play the part of doting fiancé.”
The grin vanishes, and he whistles. “Gotta give it to her, she’s got balls for wanting to be in the same room as that fucker.”
“She’s naïve,” I snap. “She has no idea what she’d be walking into.”
“So, tell her.”
“I tried. She doesn’t believe me.”
“Or she doesn’t care.”
I glare at him. “Whose side are you on?”
“Yours, bro, but think about it. She has no family. No idea who she is to any of our kind. All she has is the word of a stranger and a prick who tried to kill her for her troubles. Makes sense she needs to hear it from Franco himself.”
I glare at him. “What are you, her therapist?”
“I’m just saying that I can see her side. Besides, have you seen those legs of hers?” He winks. “I’ll be whatever she wants if it gets me on her good side.”
The hot stab of jealousy his words provoke is instant and guttural. I snarl, springing out of my chair when he throws both hands up and leans away.
“Whoa, the fuck.” His eyes are wide until the moment I manage to force myself to ease back again. My breaths are heavy and quick, my heart pounding.
Dutch relaxes only to lean forward, eyes narrowing instead. “You want to tell me what the hell that was?”
I huff out a breath, nostrils still flaring at how hot my blood is pumping.
“I don’t know,” I say darkly. His brows lift, and I flip him off. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Stop acting like a jealous mate, and I’ll stop looking at you like one.”
“Now you’retryingto rile me up.”
“I’m trying to figure out why you just went ape shit over the princess.” He speaks slowly, letting me know he’s being serious rather than fucking with me some more. And that somehow makes it worse. “And there’s still the matter of you going rogue tonight.”
“Trucker had it coming.”
“That may be, but we both know he didn’t have it coming from you. Not until he went afterher.” He frowns. “What’s really going on with you, man?”
