Chapter 18

“Brandon?”

“Crap,” was his reply.

“What’s going on?” I wasn’t ashamed that I put a hint of command in that question. He needed to tell me what in the fuck had him so upset and I needed to know now. Because to me it sounded like this Cas person was going to out him, something I was vehemently against, and if that was the case, this agent was going to be in for a world of hurt.

“Hang on a s-sec,” Brandon said, his voice shaking.

“No, I won’t—” I was interrupted by him holding up his hand. I squinted at him, staring him down, but he wasn’t looking at me. He had his eyes on the phone. “Brandon,” I growled.

“Just wait,” he pleaded, not sounding intimidated in the least. I’d have to fix that.

I opened my mouth to growl some more when his phone rang in his hand. Surprisingly, some of the tension left his body. He leaned against me as he tapped at the screen.

“Hey,” he answered without putting the phone to his ear.