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Or perhaps he just didn’t likemeto see it.

“What’ll happen to her?”

He didn’t answer, and that sure told me the answer.

I recalled Trey, the werebear who’d had his mind ruined by a Sprit, the way that they’d expected to have to kill him. No doubt this was the same sort of situation.

A Were who couldn’t control its beast was dangerous. In that state, the beast was agitated, vicious, reactive. I knew logically Weres like that couldn’t be allowed to just go along as they wanted—they were far too dangerous.

Knowing something logical and accepting it was a whole different matter, though.

“You won’t actually hurt her,” I said with a soft laugh, as though I knew he was kidding even if he wasn’t.

His gaze hardened, looking every bit the alpha he was. “If Kelvin hadn’t been here, she could have hurt you. She could have slammed into you, could have taken you apart right here in the lobby.”

“She wouldn’t have.”

“Did you see the blood on her? She injured three other people in this hotel alone, not to mention whoever else she ran into before that. She definitely could have hurt you, and that isn’t something I’ll allow. Don’t worry about it, though, it isn’t your problem.” His gaze moved between Kelvin and me, a question there.

Kelvin didn’t answer it and I sure didn’t plan on it. Galen knew something was going on between us, but the last thing I wanted was to have to explain it.

Not only was that awkward as fuck, but it took me back to Kelvin denying me—as he always did—and how pathetically I’d begged.

Nope, that was not the sort of thing anyone else needed to know. It was humiliating enough just having Kelvin, Harrison and me know.

“When do you plan to have this situation dealt with?” Kelvin pressed.

“I’m working on it.”

“Should we convene the council? If you can’t deal with it on your own, I’d be happy to offer my people to clean up your mess.”

I never knew that an offer of help could sound that threatening, but leave it to Kelvin to manage that little gem.

And of course, Galen took it exactly as intended. “No, thank you. I believe we can take care of it.” He looked at me once more, though his expression was more guarded this time. “Call me later, Grey. I’ll have to deal with this, but afterward, I’d like to see you.”

I nodded, unsure what else to say. Seeing Galen wasn’t uncommon, and it had been a few days. Still, agreeing with Kelvin behind me felt odd.

Especially when I drew such distinct lines with Kelvin.

Galen offered one more glare Kelvin’s way before turning on his heel and walking out, not glancing back. I had to admit, he managed to look pretty bad ass…

As soon as he left, Kelvin let out a soft snort. “Well, as fun as that was, I’m afraid I need to get back. I have work to take care of.”

Which, of course, reminded me that he did manage to drop everything for these little get-togethers, and I should probably be more thankful than I felt. He could have said no, after all.

So instead of causing more problems, I offered a smile. “Yeah, sure. I’ve got shit to do, too. Well, thanks.” I took a step back, ready to bypass the whole awkward goodbye thing. A walk of shame was bad enough, but the goodbye just before was downright painful.

Before I could shuffle away, though, Kelvin caught my wrist and pulled me in close. I expected a kiss, something passionate, the way he always did. His voice reached my ear, instead. “Be careful around Galen. The Weres aren’t in a good place, and their territory isn’t safe.”

With that, he released me and stepped away, then turned toward the elevator that went to the underground garage, his warning ringing in my ears.

The warning against the Weres didn’t feel personal, not like he just hated Galen—which he did—but instead like he knew things going on that I didn’t.

My phone rang, getting my attention. I pulled it from my pocket and looked at the screen to find the caller.

Porter.

I answered, wondering what weird and horrible luck had me talking to these three men one after another.