I waved my hands in the air. They'd been going strong since Broadrick ran three miles with me over his shoulder, dumped me in my car, and then drove us to my apartment an hour ago.
How was he not dead?
I'm glad he survived the run because we had a f**k ton of stuff to discuss.
Like, where the hell did he get a set of my car keys?
The enemy in question took up a position next to the fridge. He leaned up against it like nothing major had just happened. Like we hadn't just run for our lives after he rescued me from a life in a criminal harem. "Are you going to calm down soon?" he asked.
"Are you serious right now?" I waved my hands around some more and completed another pacing circle, stopping a foot from him. "No."
I'd just stumbled on a weapons exchange where Broadrick was most de
