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“I care about you, but given the circumstances, I think this is the best possible outcome.” He paused. “I guess what I’m saying is that, so far, I’m enjoying the work.”
“What circumstances are you talking about.”
His phone went off again, and Kalon laughed.
“What?”
“Death threat.”
I sucked in air. “Excuse me?”
He laughed again. “I’m a Deathdrinker, Liv. Death threats mean nothing to me.” His face was colder than I had ever seen it.
My phone buzzed.
NO FACE: Stop prying, Liv.
Liv: Is something happening?
NO FACE: Yes.
My stomach turned.
NO FACE: At four, you will clock out. Vale will open the door. You will get in the car, because you want answers and because you want me.
I stared at the screen until the words blurred.
Liv: You’re very full of yourself for a man who still won’t show his face.
NO FACE: If I showed you my face, you wouldn’t make it to the car.
My mouth went dry.
Liv: Is that a threat?
NO FACE: No.
NO FACE: Threats are for people I want to be afraid.
NO FACE: You, I want naked and coming on my dick.
I locked the phone. Unlocked it. Read the messages again like an idiot. Kalon cleared his throat. I nearly threw the phone into the sanitizer bucket.
“You okay?”
“Fine.”
“You’re flushed.”
“It’s the steam.”
Mandi snorted from the pastry case.
I glared at her. “Fuck off.”
She laughed at me. She was living for this—or feeding off it. Hard to tell sometimes. At 3:55, Kalon walked to the front door and turned the lock. A customer grabbed the handle from outside and frowned.
“We close at four,” Kalon called through the glass.
