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My heart thumped. Yes. Yes, we were. In every possible sense, good and bad.
Frank snorted. “Ha. What happened todragon shifters work alone?”
I stared at Nash. Dragon shifter?
He squirmed in his seat.
Heat rose to my cheeks. Just when I thought I could trust him…
“You said wolf,” I hissed.
Nash stuck up his hands. “Youassumedwolf.”
I nearly denied it, but when I played that conversation back in my mind, I found he was right.
“It never occurred to you to correct me?” I hissed.
Nash winced.
“If you two are too busy to talk…” Frank cut in.
Nash frowned and resorted to his favorite trick — changing the subject.
“Sorry. Repeat what you told me about Angelina.”
I gave him the evil eye. Did I really have to hear about his ex, the vampire?
He really,reallyhad to learn some tact.
“Go ahead,” Nash insisted when his friend hesitated. “We don’t have much time.”
No, we didn’t, because I was about to kick his sorry ass to the curb and drive away.
Frank hemmed, hawed, and finally spoke. “Angelina is no longer with the agency, but she’s been in touch with the top brass. To warn them — about you, Nash. According to her, you’ve lost it. You’re a danger to society and to the agency. She says you’ve been stalking innocent people and provoking supernaturals, including that class-four warlock up there.”
My jaw hung open. What?
Nash might be the world’s most tactless, annoying wolf — er, dragon — shifter, but Harlon was the one who’d done the provoking.
Nash huffed. “Innocent people, like Angelina?”
Frank made an equally frustrated sound. “You and I know she’s poison, but when it’s her word against yours…” After an ominously long pause, he went on. “She’s made you sound so unhinged, they’re putting together a team to come after you.”
I stared. That spooky, mysterious agency was sending a team to Sedona — to nab Nash?
“That’s ridiculous!” I barked.
The line went silent. Oops. Frank might be willing to risk his job to help Nash, but sharing insider information with me obviously pushed his limits.
Nash sighed, then waved at the phone. “Frank, meet Erin.”
“Erin, huh?” Again, that hesitation. Why? A moment later, he went on. “Uh…nice to meet you?”
I laughed, though there wasn’t much humor in it. “Nice to meet you — if you’re one of the good guys.”
Frank took a deep breath. “I like to think so, but I have to wonder sometimes.”
I liked the sound of him. Wondering was a good sign.
