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“Ah, yes. I should have expected it from you. Your Alpha strength shows through in ways you may not be aware of.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“I’m pleased to have you at my side. Please assure me there is no discomfort between us now.”
“No, sir. You do honor me.” I forced a smile.
“It isn’t easy figuring you out. You do not give away tells, as we say. You are careful. Very careful.”
I heard menace in those words, but maybe it was my imagination. Myre had literally just thrown himself at me. After telling me he watched me carefully. After asking me such personal questions.
There was discomfort, but my training kicked in and I didn’t show it.
I needed to make a report to Sam. I was well overdue. But he was used to that. Now I didn’t dare. If Myre watched me even closer now, that put Kee in danger.
My hackles rose. I had some plans up my sleeve. Maybe I could finish this job earlier than anyone, including Sam, ever expected.
Kee needed to remain safe. This man had to go down.
Chapter Thirteen
Kee
Bast came through the front door like an Alpha in the Burn. I heard it before saw it.
I jumped down off the ladder in the bedroom where I’d been struggling with getting the ceiling molding painted just right, and stopped at the threshold, facing the living room where Bast still stood by the door.
Bast’s eyes flashed like dark suns, the gravity holding me almost frozen.
“Has anyone been here?”
“What? Nohello? You’ve been gone two days, Bast.”
“Answer my question!”
“No. No one. And like you told me to do last week, I let the deliveries stay on the porch until the truck drives away.”
He turned, glancing at all the windows, at the curtains drawn tight, at the TV which was playing music but not blaring.
“I swear, no one has been here,” I repeated. “Why?”
He took a few deep breaths.
“Bast.” I started to walk toward him. “Did something happen?”
He shook his head.
“Are we in danger?”
“I’m not. You have always been in danger. I’ve been trying and trying to make you understand that.”
“I do understand.”
He slid his long, black jacket off and hung it on the hook by the door. Then he emptied his pockets of his wallet and keys and set them on the front table.
Under his breath, Bast said, “I’d move you out of here if I had somewhere to move you to.”
My heart sank. I glanced at the bedroom and its new colors of pale blue, with dark purple as an accent. I’d worked on it for days. Now it sounded like all Bast wanted was to be rid of me. I was a burden. An added weight on his shoulders. My very presence risked his dark job, and his own life.
