Page 9 of Property of Karev

I snap my fingers to get her attention. “You killed Blondie, didn’t you?”

She purses her lips, holds my stare and gives a tight nod. Such honesty without an inch of shame or remorse.

I nod in acknowledgement. “No more killing, especially not old ladies.” I point at Cassia.

The woman crosses her arms in front of her chest. “She’s not old, and she’s mated to the man standing next to her. As long as she doesn’t touch you or offer to suck your cock, I won’t be killing her.”

“She won’t be offering to suck any damn cock other than mine,” Sevrin snarls.

The woman waves a hand in their direction, and her lips twist with a hint of a laugh. As if she’s saying, “See? No problem.” Yet she fucking slaughtered a woman for only touching me.

Which is another reminder of who, and what she is. “You’re one of Valentinius Calvania’s three daughters. I met your sister in his office, the angry one. You killing Blondie who only offered me a blow job makes you the jealous one, am I right?”

“She touched you,” the woman snarls.

I nod. “She did. Not a reason for taking a human’s life.”

Her fingers curl into fists.

“What’s your name, cookie?” I ask again.

“Not cookie,” she fires back. “Why do you call me cookie?”

I shrug. “Because you smell fuckin’ delicious. Like waffles and lemon cookies.”

Her whole face transforms into happiness. Fuck, she’s breathtaking.

“Okay, this is great bonding shit and all. But are we going to ignore the fact that she’s like an unstable bomb that can detonate at any fucking moment? She killed Blondie for only offering something she’s probably done multiple times already,” Levan states.

Pure hate obliterates her happiness in a fragment of a second. I hate Levan is right because she looks like she’s about to detonate any damn second and ram a torpedo up the shark shifter’s ass.

“Eyes here, cookie,” I rumble.

Levan shakes his head. “Sure, sweet-talk the crazy murderous chick.”

Cookie takes a step forward, inhales, and instead of anger she smirks at Levan and says with a hint of mock laughter in her voice, “That’s the jealousy talking. I can smell it wafting off you, shark boy.”

“Fuck you,” Levan snarls and takes a step closer. “You don’t know shit.”

“No? You call me an unstable bomb while you have the hots for a torpedo-shaped fish, highly intelligent...probably why she dumped your walnut-for-a-brain ass.” Her nails become longer and I can sense she’s preparing herself in case Levan charges her.

Which he’s going to do, so I step between them. “Walk it off, Levan.”

“How does she even know that shit?” Levan snarls.

Cookie glances around me at Levan. “You were on your phone when you walked in and whispered words out of jealousy. I heard those loud and clear. It might just be your temper as a shark shifter, which I can smell you are, but I assumed she dumped you...so, I don’t know shit...I guessed.”

Turning to face her, I say, “Come on, let’s chat in private.”

I don’t wait for her to follow me but simply stalk into church and hold the door open. Once she’s inside, I close the door.

“Azalea,” she blurts and stares at me with those stunning green eyes. “I like baking lemon cookies and having waffles for dinner.”

The corner of my mouth twitches. “Which is exactly what I smelled when I got on my bike in front of your father’s home.”

“That’s the first time I saw you.” She nods.

I raise one of my eyebrows. “Then you followed me home and saw Blondie touch me.”