JACK-EYE
I step in front of Caine just as he's about to barrel into the RV. Maybe not the smartest move, but there are things he needs to know before he goes storming in there like a goddamn tornado.
"Hold up." I plant my hand on his chest, feeling the vibration of his growl against my palm. "I need to report."
His flat stare comes with a brief flick of dominance in the air. It's more of an instinctual push than anything he's doing on purpose, but I'm used to these little flickers of his.
The muscle in his jaw twitches, and for a second, I think he might just snap my arm off. He seems pretty pissed about something.
Probably noticed me staring at Lyre's ass.
Still, he takes a step back, breathing in deeply. "Make it quick, Jack-Eye."
I can't help the smirk as it slides across my face. "You were pretty busy last night when I tried to check in. Now you're in a hurry? What were you up to, hmm?"
