I looked between them. “You’re saying we were followed?”
Noah turned toward me. “Not all the way.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
“No.”
That was the answer I wanted.
It just wasn’t the answer I liked.
The dark haired man looked at me once more before focusing back on Noah.
“She’s not scared of you.”
“No,” Noah answered. “She’s angry.”
“I can be both,” I said.
That made somebody near the bar cough like he was hiding a laugh.
Noah looked over once.
The man immediately became interested in his drink.
That answered a few questions immediately.
I was still looking around the room when another man appeared from the hallway.
Tall. Dark clothes. Calm in a way that matched everybody else here a little too well. His attention moved toward Noah first before landing briefly on me like he wa
