“What do you want?” My question is open-ended and he’s free to take it in any way he wants.
“A tap beer.” His voice is mild.
I pour it for him before sliding it towards him. I’m about to move away, sure that he’s not going to try anything stupid since quite a few of his pack mates are lingering here today. But I’m proven wrong when he grabs my wrist. “A word.”
I stare down at his hand and my tone is pleasant. “If you don’t want me to make a scene in here, you’d best remove your hand.”
He studies me, as if gauging the likelihood of that happening.
“You think I’m kidding?” I look at him, allowing him to see the emptiness inside me. I put my other hand on the bar and allow my magic to flow.
The floor begins to rumble and I hear the customers begin to panic. Austin’s eyes widen and
