Page 62 of My Unhinged Alphas
She folds her arms. Defensive. Annoyed. Still trying not to let the fear show too much. “I already told you. I have no idea who he was.”
“Try again.”
“I didn’t know him.”
“What name did he use?”
“I don’t know if it was real.”
“Probably wasn’t,” I say. “Try harder.”
Her jaw tightens. “I’m not lying.”
I move closer, and she gives ground one step at a time until the back of her knees hits the chair and she drops into it with an angry look.
“There,” I say. “Now you can stop pretending you weren’t going to sit anyway.”
“Go to hell.”
I grin. “That mouth is still doing you favors.”
Knox cuts me a look. That cold, flat warning that says I’m pushing too far and he knows it. And beneath that, something else.Stay away from her.
Which is interesting, because I’m still not over the fact that he thinks he gets to tell me that.
The girl notices the look too. Her eyes flick to Knox, then back to me. She’s reading us now. Reading the room. Reading him. Smart girl.
I brace one hand on the back of the chair and lean in just enough to make her hold my gaze. “What did he tell you?”
“Nothing useful.”
“What were you doing with him?”
“I was with him. That’s all.”
“That’s not all.”
“It is.”
I hold her stare.
She holds mine back.
Fear is there, yeah. But so is defiance. That stubborn spark. I’d respect it more if it weren’t making my life harder.
Behind me, Knox says my name.
“Havoc.”
A warning.
I glance at him over my shoulder. “What?”
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m getting answers.”
“No,” he says. “You’re simply baiting.”
