Darius
“Please, for the love of the Goddess, will you stop the incessant tapping!” Logan growled at me from his seat on the plane. We managed to get a last minute flight together to New Orleans this morning. I was in the window seat, Logan took the aisle seat and Alina was sandwiched in between our two humongous frames.
My head whipped round to him and I gave him a menacing glare which he returned. Too bad for him, we were on a plane full of humans, so he couldn’t use any of his Alpha dominance on me this time. I felt a soft hand cover my rough one that was drumming on the tray table in front. I glanced at Alina as she gave me a warning look.
“It is quite annoying, Darius. Why don’t you have a drink to calm your nerves?”
“I am not nervous,” I snapped back, but managed to stop tapping.
