Page 98 of My Unhinged Alphas
He glances down at me, annoyed. “Really?” he says. “That’s what you’re worried about right now?”
Another shot cracks through the front window, and I flinch so hard I nearly headbutt him.
“Yes,” I hiss. “I mean, ugh, it doesn’t matter.”
His mouth tightens like he’s trying not to say something rude. Or maybe several rude things. “Stay down,” he says.
A bullet smacks into something behind the counter and somebody screams again.
Knox shifts, covering me more fully as shattered glass skitters across the floor. “Lena.”
“What?”
“Now is not the time.”
“Then when is the time to ask why a man who stalked me at work is apparently armed?”
His face actually changes at that. Not much. Just enough to suggest he might be offended.
“I did not stalk you.”
“You found me at my job!”
“I found you quickly.”
“That’s not better!”
Another burst of shots hits the front, and I yelp as Knox’s hand comes to the back of my head, shoving me lower. “Still not better?” he mutters.
“No!”
“Noted.”
This is insane.
This is fully, completely insane.
I’m lying on the floor of the café under a man I barely understand while bullets fly through the windows, and he’s somehow acting like I’m the unreasonable one in this conversation.
“You brought this here!” I whisper-yell.
His eyes snap to mine. “No, I didn’t.”
“Then who did?”
His jaw tightens. “Later.”
“You keep saying that like there’s going to be a later!”
“There is if you stop arguing with me.”
Despite literally everything, I almost laugh. Because apparently my brain has given up and decided sarcasm is how we survive now.
Another shot rings out, closer this time, followed by the crash of more glass. Knox lifts his gun slightly, angled away from me but ready, every muscle in him going tighter. His whole body changes with it, like some invisible switch flips and suddenly he’s even more dangerous than he already looked.
And still he keeps himself over me. Still he uses his body like a shield.
Mara screams my name from somewhere behind us.
