I wanted to b***h about him needing to trust us, but I bit back the angry comment, knowing it was the epitome of hypocrisy, considering I rarely trusted anyone. And after what Oran’s wife had done, I couldn’t blame him for keeping secrets.
Keir continued. “He also got a phone number. I don’t know if it’s legit, but you could start there.”
I gave one sharp shake of my head. “Don’t care about phone numbers.
That’s not the kind of message I want to send.”
His chest slowly filled with a long sigh. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“It hasn’t been so long that I don’t remember what you did to the man who hurt your wife. You going to deny me the same?” I glared at him, daring him to point out that Stormy wasn’t my wife.
Smart guy kept it to himself. “What do you need?”
I stared into Kei
