“Complicated,” Harper repeated dryly. “Right. Are you in some sort of trouble? Because they aren’t even looking at anyone else. The blonde one looks like he wants to murder every single person in this room who gets within five feet of you. And the massive one in the leather jacket looks like he’s trying to figure out the fastest way to carry you out of here over his shoulder.”
“They aren’t going to murder anyone,” I said, though considering Ace was currently spinning a silver throwing knife in the shadows, I couldn’t be entirely sure. “They’re just…overprotective.”
“Overprotective,” Harper echoed, crossing her arms. “Callie, you’re their maid, and they followed you to a dive bar and are currently standing in the shadows like a pack of wolves waiting for a deer to stumble. That isn’t over
