Her hand remained wrapped around Khane’s arm, and I don’t believe she was aware of what she was revealing. My insinuating gaze landed on their connection before I flashed Khane a smirk. This was a fucking disaster in the making.
“Not yet, and we don’t know why either, but I can assure you we will find out. Your cousin is protected. She’s fine. You can be rest assured whoever’s after you will die. As far as I’m concerned, they have personally asked me to kill them,” he stated as a matter of fact. The promise in his eyes was tangible. Khane would kill whoever it was that was after Desiree and likely anyone associated with them. I would kill them too, but not as hard as he would.
“The kitchen is stocked. Try to relax. If you want to lay down, you two take the larger of the two bedrooms.” He pointed out the door for her.
“Is it okay if we sit there on the couch? I don’t… I-I…” she stuttered. “I’ll feel better if I can see you,” she stated, dropping her head when she noticed how closely I was observing them.
I shot another crooked smirk in Khane’s direction.
Arjen was going to lose his damn mind. It had only taken him thirty years to choose a woman, and the one he had chosen was about as head over heels for Khane as I believed he was for her.
“It’s okay. We’re going to be right over here collecting data,” he reassured her.
I shook my head and continued to work, glad I didn’t have to deal with fiancées or girlfriends. The shit was too much trouble.
Meanwhile, in the back of my mind, a nagging question sat waiting for an answer. What about Patrena?