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We’re still staring at each other, his expression more amused than mine is when Saige moves closer. Part of me wants to shove her away. Another doesn’t mind that she smells like me and this doctor wouldn’t have missed it.
Since Saige doesn’t seem to be in a listening mood, I turn my head to meet her gaze. For her, I soften my voiceandmy expression. “Go.”
She gives me a long, searching look before she sighs and swings away. “Okay. But don’t kill him.”
“Sure,” I lie.
She stops, and her eyes narrow. “Kade. I’m giving you two minutes to talk to him about how he can help us. Not kill him.”
How the fuck does she know me so well?
“Go. We just need to talk.”
She still doesn’t move. “About?”
I fight back a smile. “Go. I’m not looking to bury dead bodies today.”
After another long look, she sighs. “You know, you could have just said no, right?”
“I know,” I say.But that would be a lie.
I’m not looking to bury a body, but that doesn’t mean I’m not prepared to.
And then I watch her, waiting for her to enter the code for the backdoor. I’m proud to see she memorized it. Only when the door snicks shut behind her do I turn back to the surgeon. Harley Schaffer. A man who looks at Saige with too much interest in his eyes.
One corner of his lips tilts in a crooked smile. “You’re going to try to kill me, aren’t you?”
I take in the empty street behind him and grin as I shove him back out the front door, hoping Saige won’t hear what I plan to do to him. “Try?”
CHAPTER 16
DARIEL
“I’d forgotten how bad this was,” I say as I sweep my eyes over the ruin of the Cerberus. Not as ruined as it was before Kade went to war with a strange shifter who’d come looking for Saige, but that has everything to do with the man leaning on the bar beside me.
“I’m guessing you and Kade had words,” Greg, our long-standing and long-suffering manager, snorts. “Because this looks like a war zone.”
“It was,” I agree. “Just not for the reasons you think.”
Finished taking in the neat piles of broken chairs and tables and the bulging trash bags sitting beside the blue and black entryway, I turn to face Greg. “You need to take another vacation.”
The slim man in his late thirties with short dark hair and a receding hairline gives me his full attention. As usual, he’s dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. The perfect uniform when you work in a bar and spills make up a large part of your day and night.
Greg has been with us since the beginning, having come to the states from the UK on a tourist visa and deciding to stay. As soon as we could afford to hire help, we promoted the bar supervisor, who was almost single-handedly running things for us, anyway. He’s proven to be the best money we’ve spent on the bar so far.
“How long do I need to be gone?” His brown gaze sharpens. “And will there be a bar to come back to when I do?”
“You said you had relatives in Germany you’d always wanted to visit,” I say.
A slow blink. “That much trouble, eh?”
I look back at the piles of broken furniture. Cleaning is the easy part. I need to re-order replacements for everything. And I need to find out if the customers that Kade chased away with his decision to launch a table across the room want to come back. Who knows when we’ll reopen?
“Deadly.”
“Kade and Aden,” Greg prompts. “Are they okay? Monica’s brother was here before when I had Sam helping out. He was asking about—”
I mentally curse. I’d almost forgotten about Garrett turning up at the house. Yet another mess to clean up.
