Revelation by Randi Cooley Wilson Read Free Book Online Page B

verbose dialogue,” he mocks my word choice.
    I ignore him. “Stop. Calling. Me. Sweetheart,” I grate out of clenched teeth. I hold my breath, trying to control my anger.
    “Eve? Is Mr. St. Michael being a n uisance to you, love?” Gage questions from behind me.
    Asher’s expression darkens at the sight of Gage . His playful demeanor is gone and in its place is a cold pretense as his posture becomes authoritative. He steps around me, placing himself between us in a protective maneuver as I turn to face Gage.
    “Asher, not surprising to see you here,” Gage muses. “I would ask why you are,” his eyes slide over to me then back to Asher, “but I’m guessing I already know the answer to that question.”
    Asher stands motionless, arms crossed in a warrior pose, ready to attack at any moment.
    Gage slowly shakes his head. “I presume we’re on different sides this time, something new for us, old friend,” he says with boredom.
    My brows pull together in response to their exchange. “Do you two know each other?” I ask.
    Asher’s face is still stoic. “Something like that.” He briefly glances back at me, softening his expression before shifting back to Gage.
    Gage watches our interaction, his face reflective. “Always the protector, Asher. Duty, honor, and loyalty above all else,” he taunts.
    Asher ignores the jab, but I notice his shoulders tense. “What are you doing here, Gage?”
    Gage smiles though it’s void of emotion. He leans into Asher, speaking directly to him in a very low tone so I can barely hear their exchange. “Ui vid lem kredon hiuman in-saengkt ku drak ágra-lem.” Once done, he retreats back and looks almost disappointed.
    Asher ’s face becomes cocky once more as he too converses in a low, secretive voice. “Via, qua-lem plú ben de in-saengkt de des-por de arc de drak ágra-lem.” Are they speaking another language? I question the oddity of it, but their voices are so low, I can’t be sure.
    I sigh, a nnoyed to be left out of their private conversation. Gage finally gets tired of Asher’s intimidation and turns in a lazy manner toward his car, walking past me and tipping his head in my direction. “Eve, it was a pleasure.”
    Before Gage gets into his car , he spins back to Asher. “Oh, Asher, please do give Michael Deacon’s best.” Satisfied he has goaded Asher, he smiles, gets in his car, and drives off.
    Asher just stares with an intense heat in the direction Gage left in. “Fuck,” he growls out.
    Antici pating some type of explanation, I twist to face Asher. He’s in deep thought, ignoring me. Okay then. I’m restless, tired, and like everyone else on campus, I just want to go back to bed.
    Pacing agitatedly , Asher takes out his cell phone to make a call, allowing for my escape. Without a word, I turn and start walking toward the student pathway connecting the college to the downtown area that is hidden in the dense woods. 
    “Eve , wait,” he demands from behind me.
    “Goodbye , Asher,” I throw over my shoulder.
    “Dammit , Eve, stop walking,” I hear him ground out.
    I keep going , focused on the tree-lined area in front of me. Just as I get to the path, Asher gently grabs my arm, forcing me to turn around so I’m facing him. Crap, he’s fast .
    “What?” I screech , surprised with how quickly he got to me.
    “Let me take you back to the dorm . It’s safer than walking through the woods of a college campus when no one is around,” he offers, nodding to the trees.
    I’m not used to being looked after so Asher’s sudden concern causes my throat to go dry.   “Asher, I’ve done this a thousand times. Please let go of me.” I attempt to squirm out of his clutches.
    It ’s then I realize I’m still wearing his leather jacket. I put my coffee on the ground and move to take it off when a low growl emanates from behind me. I look up at Asher, startled.
    His striking face pales and his horrified focus shifts behind me, locking in on the wooded