I nearly bit my own tongue, I slammed my mouth shut so fast. The look on Frankie’s face was no longer the indulgent one of a few days ago as he’d laughed at my big mouth and attitude problem. No, this expression was firm, closed off, deadly serious. Dare I say, even angry? “Can I at least let Conner know where I’m going?” I tried to moderate my tone, but my hackles were up, Frankie’s posture was definitely threatening. Or at the very least confrontational. “No need. Opie’s gone after him.” Frankie growled. I blinked. “They sent the bigger guy after me?” I asked incredulously. I was kinda flattered. “No, they sent two for your boyfriend.” Frankie’s lips twitched as I scowled. Now I was just insulted. “What, they don’t think I can take you down?” I snarled. “Is that a threat?” Frankie

