“Let him go,” Lou warned, a growl rumbling through each word. “We don’t have time for this.”
Mr. Heiss sneered and rolled his eyes, but he released Seymour.
Seymour hit the ground, wheezing. “You… are… such adick.”
Day rushed to his side and cuddled his face, rubbing her cheek insistently against Seymour’s. “Oh, Seymour. Are you okay? I can still eat him if?—”
“You.” Mr. Heiss pointed down at Seymour. “Get back to work.”
Day hissed, and Seymour gave her a firm hug.
“The conditions of our deal remain the same,” Mr. Heiss went on, still ignorant to how close he was to becoming a kitty cat snack. “Find the brain. If any monsters fall victim to this scheme because of your incompetence? Trust that you will suffer severely.”
“Okay, but doesn’t that… technically change the conditions?” Seymour croaked. “’Cause before, you just wanted me to find it or else I couldn’t leave the city or whatever. So, which is it? You are real fuckin’ indecisive.”
Mr. Heiss snarled, his nostrils flaring.
“Hey.” Lou grabbed Mr. Heiss’s arm. “We have better uses for our time than fucking around with humans. Our family, ourpeople, are all at risk. We have to find these beacons.”
“Of course,brother,” Mr. Heiss said coldly. “I’ll deal with the meat sack later.” His eyes cut to Sariel. “And you. Don’t get too comfortable. When this is over, we’re going to have a long, long conversation to make sure you understand your place. With afirmreminder, if need be.”
Sariel bowed his head. “Yes, master.”
Mr. Heiss shot Lou a stern frown. “We’ll be in touch.”
Seymour waved. “Bye bye. Go fuck yourself. Hope you get your dick stuck in a cheese grater.”
Mr. Heiss gave Seymour one final revolted sneer and then vanished.
Seymour spat at the ground. “Asshole.”
Sariel immediately flew to Seymour’s side, dropping beside him so he could wrap his wings around him and Day. He hugged Day and cradled Seymour’s head in his lap as he asked worriedly, “Are you all right?”
Seymour closed his eyes, savoring Sariel’s gentle touch. “I’m finer than frog’s hair.”
“Frogs still do not?—”
“I know!”
Lou groaned loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. He huffed at Seymour. “What the fuck are you thinking?”
“Ah, no, you’re right. I shoulda told him to get his dick stuck in arustycheese grater.” Seymour threw up a finger gun and clicked his tongue. “Noted.”
“Ha ha,” Flanders piped up.
“Shush!” Myrna swatted at the air in Flanders’ direction. “He can hear you.”
“I know.”
Lou sighed. “Mr. Madison? You are by far the stupidest fucking human I’ve ever met.”
“Oh, cool.” Seymour grinned. “You are the ugliest werewolf I’ve ever met, and there’s been at least four, like, maybe five today.”
Lou stared flatly. “You’re fucking the angel.”
“Technically he’s been fucking me?—”
“Becareful,” Lou cut in. His expression softened as he nodded at Sariel. “Both of you. Mr. Heiss is very particular with his property, and that unfortunately includes Sariel. That is going to be a problem to deal with later if things go well.”
