Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 1286

Serena's voice was perfectly calm. "Captain of Drake Hunter."

Jerrick was clearly taken aback.

This was his highly classified, encrypted private line.

He frowned deeply. "Captain Lancaster. How did you get this number?"

Serena's tone remained cool and entirely unapologetic. "Aren't you the official personal security detail assigned to me? Why shouldn't I have your contact info?"

Jerrick paused. "...Do you need something?"

He had just left with the flash drive she'd tossed him, planning to head back to base and decode its contents.

He had barely been driving for five minutes before her call came through.

Had something happened?

Serena looked down at the bodies littering the carpet. "You shouldn't be too far. I've got another job for you."

"What?"

"Since you're my official security detail, get back up here and clean up this mess. Handling the aftermath is exactly what your Dragon-Thorn Squad excels at, isn't it?"

Jerrick instantly understood that "cleaning up" didn't mean calling housekeeping.

His eyes narrowed. "Are you under attack? The Severians?"

"Everything is handled," Serena replied smoothly. "Just come clean up."

She paused for a fraction of a second. "And don't alert anyone else."

Then, she hung up.

Jerrick stared at the disconnected screen, a vein throbbing in his temple.

He, the fearsome commander of Elyndor's elite Special Forces.

The apex predator of the military.

Had somehow been reduced to a glorified janitor for this frustrating woman.

But the worst part was, she was always right.

A man with dangerously striking features, wearing a loosely unbuttoned dress shirt.

The fabric draped open, exposing a expanse of pale, hard muscle and a sharp collarbone.

He looked like trouble incarnate.

And worse, his arm was wrapped possessively around Serena's waist.

They were standing entirely too close.

When their eyes met, the man stared back at Jerrick with undisguised hostility and sharp scrutiny.

It was a territorial look.

For some inexplicable reason, Jerrick felt a sudden, violent surge of irritation.

Seeing that hand resting so intimately on Serena's waist made his blood boil.

It wasn't jealousy—it had nothing to do with romance.

Jerrick couldn't even put a name to the emotion surging through him.