MALACHI’s POV

Dropping my phone, I return my attention to the man seated in front of me who is busy on his laptop with Odette hovering over him. Her silver hair is pulled up in a messy bun and the urge to weave my hand through it becomes a little intense so I shift my gaze from her and settle on Elvis  again. 

Back in the car when she told me about Zach threatening her, I swear I wanted to go back to North Carolina and teach that bastard a lesson. How dare he think of threatening her. If she didn’t stop me, I would have been there by now....