He grins arrogantly, completely unphased by the knife at his throat. “A knife? Are you flirting with me?”
“What was he talking about? What did you do?” I ask him, ignoring how his remark stirs my insides.
His face turns to indifferent, guarded stone as he releases me and puts distance back between us. “You should never pay too much attention to the things that come out of Rex’s mouth. Most of it is inconsequential bullshit.”
“What you’re really saying is you’re not going to tell me.”
“That too.”
“Fine.” I storm past him toward the back door. “I’ll just have a chat with my new friend.”