Josie
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I said, holding the phone to my chest.
Conan snatched the phone from me.
“You’ve got something to say, tell it to me.”
“Who the hell is this?” Ryan yelled.
“I should be asking you! You’re the one disrespecting my woman.”
I tugged Conan’s wrist, but he swatted me away.
I heard Ryan scoff on the other end. “I’m not scared of a bastard she met on the street.”
“That’s enough, he’s not worth it,” I cried out.
“This bastard wants to punch you in the face. Your day’s coming, prick!”
I snatched the phone and ended the call.
“Really?” I questioned.
“You’re the one who answered his call. I can’t stand him, and I don’t even know him.”
I didn’t need the mate bond to tell me his emotions were a blend of every variant of rage. I smoothed his ar
