“I’ll move two men to the side.” Havok said.
“Four.” Drake said and Blade looked at him.
“Two.” Blade said.
“Four.” Drake repeated and there was no calm left in him.
“Two is fine.” I said stepping between them and Drake stared at me.
“Don’t.” Drake said.
“No. You don’t turn my door into a military checkpoint.” I said.
“It already is one.” He snapped.
“No. It’s my door.” i replied.
The silence between us stretched and I could feel everyone watching. Blade cleared his throat.
“Two on this side and two on rotation. They stay back enough that she can breathe.” Blade said.
It was obvious that Drake didn’t like it but he didn’t argue.
The news spread fast and by breakfast the whole house knew someone had gotten close to my apartment.
The groupies changed first. The joke
