Chapter 9
“Do you want to tell me what you think you’re up to?” Malachi demanded once the coffee-shop door had closed behind us, the revelation about my mate still ringing in my ears. Only then did I realize that my cousin hadn’t been entirely kidding around with his tough-guy demeanor earlier. He was honestly pissed. And not just at Mrs. Vespa, either, but at me as well.
I scurried to catch up as Malachi’s long legs carried him down the sidewalk toward a huge black SUV that I was positive hadn’t been parked in the lot when Sebastien dropped me off fifteen minutes earlier. So this was the new Malachi—a tough Tribunal enforcer who seemed to have shaken off all the sweetness he’d exhibited while living in Haven amid my large extended family. The male had grown into his physical skin, that’
