Page 31 of The Alpha King's Hunt
I push off the wall and as I move toward her, my phone vibrates in my pocket.
I pull it out, glancing at the screen.
Shane.
Declan's man.
I answer. "Da," I pause and then quickly correct myself, "Yeah." Romanian won't do me any good here.
"You got eyes on Keira?" Shane's voice is short.
I look across the room. She's still with him. Hand still on her back, fingers spread too wide.
"Of course."
"We got a body," Shane says. "Our security called it in. Female. Bottom of parking basement where staff parked so guests won't see it."
Where I parked, too.
"They want Keira out fast. No fucking around," he says.
They mean Callum and Declan.
My hand tightens around the phone.
"I'll take her," I say and hang up.
I cut straight through the clusters of donors and staff like they're nothing. I don't care about being subtle now.
The tuxedoed asshole sees me coming, but he doesn't move his hand.
I approach Keira and lean in. "Come with me," I tell her, my voice low.
She looks up at me, confusion flickering across her face before she masks it with a laugh.
"What? I, I'm fine. I just need to?—"
"You need to come with me. Now."
The man's hand lands on my shoulder. Big mistake.
"Hey, man, relax. She's okay."
I look down at his hand.
Five fingers pressed against my jacket, uninvited.
I turn slowly, catching his wrist in one smooth motion and twisting just enough that his smile vanishes.
"Touch me again," I say, my voice low and firm, "and I'll rip your fucking hand off and shove it down your throat. Do you understand me?"
His face goes pale.
"Hey," Keira's voice cuts through the tension as she taps my arm. "Okay, okay, let him go. Jesus."
I release him. He stumbles back, clutching his wrist, and vanishes into the crowd.
I try my best not to make a scene, but I don't know how to operate in these things.
