Noah looks at me and then at Miles. He does it another two times and I swear there’s a twin moment going on right here. I feel it. It’s like my brother is speaking to me through our minds.
Noah suspects something is going on between Miles and I. And whether it’s that he doesn’t want to believe it, or whether he can’t believe it, I’m not sure. All I do know is that he doesn’t give a shit. So if he doesn’t care, then why the hell does Miles?
“Are you ok to go with Miles?” Noah asks, his large hand clutching my shoulder in a big-brotherly way.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” I say, my face bright.
Noah hums and then flashes a hardened look to his captain. “Look after my sister, ok?”
“I always do,” Miles says, as if he’s trying to convince Noah.
With a nod, Noah leaves and I’m being led through the crowd and out of The Bloody Viking.