But Jonas being who he was, the bastard he could be, simply ignored it.
And wasn’t it interesting that her father had agreed to the Breeds’ offer to protect her? He knew the cover story in place if anyone came in too close. Her status as an undercover agent for the Navajo Law Enforcement Agency gave her an excuse for many of the assignments she took with the Navajo Underground.
Hell, her father was the reason she was part of the underground—her and Claire both. He had actually convinced Claire’s father, Ray, that it would be in Claire’s best interests to know how to protect herself should an attempt be made to abduct her because of her father’s position.
“And who will my guard dog be?” she asked curiously. “Am I allowed to approve or veto your choice?”
“Well, the Bureau does provide such services for quite a high fee,” he stated coolly. “And this is pro bono, of sorts.”
“So the answer is no.” She gave a brief, amazed shake of her head before glancing at his mate.
Rachel would be of no help, Liza realized.
She was staring at him as though he was the sun, the moon and the stars all rolled into one too-arrogant male. As far as she was concerned, her husband could do no wrong. It was evident in her expression and in her adoring gaze that convincing her that her husband was being an ass**le would be a waste of time.
“The answer is no,” Jonas agreed. “But I don’t think you’ll disagree with the options we’ve come up with.”
“And all without me having to worry my pretty little head over the discussion involving it.” Oh, yeah, this was really going over well with her.
It was going over so well that she was nearly shaking with the force of the anger it was sparking inside her.
Damn them! Everyone one of them.
She didn’t need the Breeds to take over her life and protect her.
She was a part of Cullen’s group for a reason.
She knew she should have excused herself to the ladies’ room before Jonas and his ass**le enforcers arrived. All she needed was the earbud—
“I think I should inform you that from now on, whenever you’re in this room, the communications link you have with your friends will not be active. No other discussions involving Breed business will be overheard by Cullen Maverick, Reever and Steven Jacobs, or Klah Hunter,” Jonas informed her with his characteristic iciness.
She jerked her gaze back to Stygian. “Shall I assume you’re involved with this?”
A slow, confused frown creased his dark brow. “I assumed it would meet with your approval.”
Okay, this was simply enough. Moving instantly to her feet, she didn’t bother to hide the anger or her opinion of each and every one of them as well as their so-called plans.
“Arrogant asses,” she snapped furiously, her gaze encompassing the entire room full of men and the few women who had trailed in with them. “You had to make this decision behind closed doors without so much as my say-so? You called my father without so much as allowing me, his daughter, the victim in all this, the chance to even speak to him?”
She didn’t give them an opportunity to answer. She didn’t even want to hear it.
“I am so out of here.” Stepping around the small coffee table, she moved purposefully for the door.
“Liza,” Stygian growled as she quickly stalked across the room. “You can’t just walk out of here.”
Oh yeah?
“Just watch me, big boy.” Her lip curled in disgust. “I’ll show you just how quickly I can and will just walk right out of here.”
She was walking right the hell out of there and he could kiss her ass as she made her way right the hell out of the hotel along with it.
“Liza, come on, hear them out.” Isabelle, traitor that she was, lent her voice to the protest.
She couldn’t believe—
As a matter of fact—
She turned on her heel and glared at her friend. “I simply cannot believe, Isabelle, that you would be party to such a meeting and not demand they include me. What the hell was in your mind?” She slid a sneer toward the Breed at her side. “Or is that a question I even have to ask? Does he have you on such a short f**king leash with that mating bullshit that even friendship no longer matters?”