Stop making such a big deal out it, Raven.

Jax looks unconvinced but lets it drop, twisting around to face Zay, although he keeps his arm along the back of the sofa right behind me.

“We’re all good with the plan, then?” Zay double-checks with a hint of annoyance in his tone.

I nod while Jax just shrugs. “I guess. I’m still a little nervous about all this, though. I mean, they fucking took her in broad daylight. Clearly, they think we’re weak—whoever did this—and that leaves a hell of a lot of possibilities of what they might try next.”

“I’m going to second that.” Hunter brings the brim of his cup to his lips. “We need to be on guard tomorrow … Keep an eye on each other closely.”

The way everyone’s gaze strays toward me makes me wonder if by everybody, he means me.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it,” I feel the need to say, “but I am tough. I was just too outnumbered and caught totally caught off guard. I’ve been in my fair share of fights and I can hold my own. My dad, he taught me how to fight at a young age, so …” I shrug, my stomach tightening a bit at the mention of my father.

“No one’s doubting your toughness, pretty Raven,” Hunter assures me. “We just want to make sure you’re safe, especially since we’re the ones who brought you into this mess.” He gives a short pause. “And I swear I’m not bringing this up because I think you’re weak, but maybe it would be beneficial for Zay to start training you to fight. I mean, if your dad taught you some stuff already, then he could just add to that knowledge.”

I flit my gaze to Zay, who’s staring at me with a frown on his face and his arms crossed. Out of all the guys, I’m not surprised he’s the fighter of them, with his broodiness and everything. It’s not even that. He’s more muscular than Jax and Hunter, and he has scars on his face and knuckles that resemble battle wounds. I would know since my dad had some of his own. However … “I like the idea and everything,” I say, looking back at Hunter, “but maybe it’s better if someone else taught me.”

“You afraid me?” Zay asks with a challenge in his tone.

I snort a laugh as I look back at him. “Not at all. I’d just rather not be trained to fight by someone who I’m pretty sure doesn’t care if I get beat up.”

He makes a big show of rolling his eyes. “Why the hell would I not train you properly? If we get into a fight with another group, I don’t want to have to worry about you.”

“Gee, thanks,” I say dryly. “Whatever. I don’t mind polishing up my already awesome fighting skills.” I smirk haughtily.

He just stares at me, unimpressed.

Hunter chuckles under his breath, while Jax cracks a smile.