Blake POV:
"I came here for help." Avery said, still searing with anger like a child having a tantrum.
"My offer to help you has not changed.” I informed her, attempting to quell my own anger right now, “I'm good for my word. You have both my help and my protection until the situation is handled. Do not question my word. Ever."
My tone mimicked her own apparent irritation. I sighed, trying to settle my nerves just like she was, both of us unsuccessfully. The second I took another breath, I could smell the sweetness of her scent. I think it was roses. I wish she didn’t smell so delicious. I could not even stay angry.
She should not have called Joe and Dallas dogs and me their master. I had never heard such an insult that she came up with as quickly as that to drive a knife between us
