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“I know.”It would totally feel like tattling about the mean girl at school to her parents, but she’d sworn to him that there would be no more secrets.“When I see him later, I’ll tell him.He’ll probably just do what you did and roll his eyes.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Watching from her living room sofa later that day as Luka paced like a caged jungle cat, Naomi inwardly sighed.“I really just thought that you’d roll your eyes.”
He slid her a surprised look.“Excuse me?”
When he’d appeared to help her transfer the rest of her stuff to his place, she’d lapped up his little displays of possessive affection before casually tossing out that she’d had a brief chat with Draya.As was typical of Luka, he’d demanded every last detail.With each one she’d revealed, his expression had gone darker.And then a stream of Russian curses had all but burst out of him as he began to pace back and forth.
Well, who would like hearing that they’d been someone’s mark?That they hadn’t sensed such a thing?That they’d almost gone ahead and slept with a person who had set out to manipulate and use them?
Maybe Naomi should have kept the confrontation to herself after all.At least for a short while.He was already on edge due to the cleric situation.But then Ella would have informed him of it anyway, so keeping it quiet hadn’t really been an option.
She rose from the sofa.“I can understand why you’d be mad that Draya thought she had a prayer of playing you, but—”
“That’s not why I’m pissed,” he said, coming to a halt.
She felt her brows slide together.“It’s not?”
“No.I’m pissed that she dared go near you.”
Aw, he was too sweet.“She didn’t really have much of a choice, to be fair.The changing rooms weren’t at all spacious, so there was no real way she could have physically avoided me.”
Luka prowled toward her.“She could have stepped aside, let you pass, and walked right on out of there.She could have kept her mouth shut and her opinions to herself.But no.She decided to give you grief instead.”
“She didn’t touch me, though,” Naomi reminded him.“She just—”
“Tried filling your head with shit and called you a cowardly little bitch,” he finished, his tone clipped.
Naomi shrugged.“I’ve been called worse.”
His eyes blazed, a murderous glint in their depths.“By who?”
“Uh, never mind.Doesn’t matter.Forget I said anything.”She fisted the front of his shirt.“Look, I’m not upset.What she thinks or feels means nothing to me.”
“What she did is still unacceptable.Whether it bothered you isn’t the point.She shouldneverhave dared pull that shit.”
In total agreement, her inner entity nodded firmly.Unsurprising.Since it was evident by the lethal edge in Luka’s voice that repercussions would be due, she asked, “What are you going to do?”
“Something she won’t like,” he answered vaguely.
Naomi exhaled heavily, knowing that she couldn’t talk him out of retaliating.This was who he was.A person who’d never let a slight to his mate go unaddressed.And she wouldn’t want him any other way.Nor would her demon, who very much approved of his plan.Typical.
“Fine.Can we not talk about her any more, though?”She leaned into him, sliding her palms up his chest.“I’d rather we just finished moving this stuff to your place and then enjoyed our evening.”
His arms came around her, his hands settling on her lower back.“You’re sure you’re all right?”
“Positive.Honestly,” she assured him, but it didn’t soften his expression any.
He cast her a look of reprimand.“You should have telepathed me the moment Draya opened her mouth.”
“To what purpose?Luka, I’m not going to request you intervene to fight my every battle—especially the teensy ones.I don’t need you to do that for me.And I wouldn’t feel good about myself, about us, if I forced myself to lean on you for everything when it goes against who I am.”
He clenched his jaw.“Why did you have to word it like that?”
She stifled a smile.“Oh, I’m sorry, does it cut into your argument?”
“Yes.”
