Mackenna arched a brow, looking him up and down. "You're the courier?"
Draco grinned. This little thing was full of spunk. He bowed deeply. "Draco Frost, at your service."
Mackenna bit back a smile. "Well, at least you can put two words together coherently. That's a switch." She grabbed the envelope with the CDs, tossing it to him.
Betsy snickered. "Awww, don't be mean to the cute kitty. He can't help it 'cause he's as big as a house."
Mackenna frowned. "No comments from the peanut gallery." She turned, grabbing her pack and ready to get the Hell outta Dodge. She was tired, she hurt, and Hell would freeze over before she agreed with Betsy…the cat man was cute.
Draco caught the envelope easily. He looked the tiny woman over a bit more carefully, seeing the dark circles under her eyes, the various bumps, and bruises that she tried to hide. "Will you make it home safely or do you require aid?"
Mackenna stiffened her shoulders, pinning him with an icy glare. "I'll be just fine, thanks." She walked proudly towards the back door. "And don't let the doorknob hit you in the ass on the way out."
The cat within Draco roared. He couldn't let her leave, not bleeding and in pain as she was. "Let me help you," he said, stopping her with his hand on her arm. The beast within him had never reacted to a female like this before. Any female.
Mackenna looked at the hand grasping her lightly around the upper arm. "If you wanna keep that hand, I suggest you remove it from my arm. Now."