CHAPTER 8
Deja couldn’t stop shaking. He had no clue what the hell happened. Everything had been going so well. Deja didn’t know what had surprised him more, the man attacking him on stage, or Shadow coming to his rescue. However, sitting in the arms of his mate was bringing a much-needed warmth to his very cold body.
“Deja, please talk to me, Songbird,” Shadow whispered.
“I brought him some hot tea. How’s he doing?” Jagger asked.
Hearing the concern in Jagger and Shadow’s voices, Deja took the offered cup and sipped his tea, then whispered, “I’m okay. That just scared the hell out of me.”
“I bet it did. Just where the hell was Jackson?” Shadow snarled.
Jagger pursed his lips. “He was up on the fly loft making sure the cable rig holding Deja was secure.”
“And the fucker had no one w
