“That’s not good,” said Rastor as he came up behind me and placed an arm around my shoulder. I gently removed it from mine, shaking my head at him because it looked like he was still determined to convince me to listen to his point of view. He looked down at me, concern and something else I didn’t want to see were in his cobalt blue eyes.
As I was about to look away, I was suddenly pulled forward until I slammed against something firm and warm arms wrapped around me. I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly who it was even without looking. “No s**t, Sherlock,” said Tate sarcastically, tightening his arms around me.
“Get your arms off me,” I grumbled, hitting his arms until he let me go. I moved back into the living room, sitting on the couch again just to get away from the two idiots. My patien
