Page 58 of My Unhinged Alphas
“You done?” she asks. Not trembling. Not pleading. Pissed.
Jesus.
I lean against the doorframe and look at her properly. “With what?”
“With acting like a lunatic.”
There it is again. That mouth. Snarky. Sassy. Meaner than it has any right to be for someone in her position. And somehow that only makes her sexier. If she were sobbing in the corner, I’dalready be bored. But this? Her glaring at me like she wants to stab me and outsmart me at the same time?
Yeah. That does it for me.
I grin. “Depends. You done trying to run?”
She folds her arms. “Depends. You done kidnapping people?”
That gets a laugh out of me.
I shouldn’t like this as much as I do. I know that. But every second she keeps looking at me like that, all pissed-off fire and pride, I just want to get closer and see what else I can pull out of her.
Then Knox walks in. One glance at his face and I almost laugh again.
He takes in the room in one sweep. Me by the door. The girl standing in the middle of the room with that irritated look still on her face. The air between us still humming from everything that happened in the hall.
And then he looks at me.
I know that look. It says a lot without him needing to open his mouth. First, he thinks she’s hot too. Maybe he won’t admit it, maybe he’d rather bite off his own tongue than say it out loud, but I know what I’m seeing. I know the way men look at things they want but don’t trust themselves to touch.
Second, he thinks I should stay the hell away from her.
That part is even funnier. Because I had a feeling already. Back in the hallway, when he came at me over the kill, there was too much heat in it. Sure, part of it was business. I did move too fast. I know it. He knows it. He’s not wrong that we should’ve questioned the guy first.
But that wasn’t all that was bothering him. No. Knox wasn’t just pissed because I screwed up the order of things. He didn’t like me getting too close to the girl. Didn’t like me touching her.Didn’t like hearing what I’d done with her. Didn’t like walking in and seeing me standing there with my mouth still curled from it.
That part had nothing to do with the kill.
And now that I’ve seen it, I can’t unsee it.
The girl looks between us, smart enough to catch the tension, not smart enough to keep out of it. “What?”
Knox ignores her. Keeps his eyes on me.
I smile wider.
He gives me that flat, cold stare of his, the one that’s supposed to be a warning, and all it does is make me want to push harder.
Because now I know. He likes her too. Or at least he wants something he thinks looks a lot like protecting her, which is close enough. And that puts a whole new shape on things.
“What?” I ask him, all innocence.
His jaw tightens. “Nothing.”
Bullshit.
The girl looks irritated at both of us now, which is fair. “You two are exhausting.”
I glance at her. “And yet you keep talking to us.”
She glares at me. “Against my will.”
