I really needed to get a better password. Everyone was on my computer.
“When I confronted him, he started telling me about why the council had sent him here and his investigation into the missing kids. Apparently, they knew about it and were trying to do something, but they were coming up blank. You, my love, broke the case and found the kids.”
Cool.
“Guess that means I get to keep my job.”
“Maybe.”
Stone stood, swinging me up into his arms.
“Do you know where my chair is?”
“Upstairs in the office. That’s how we found you. It had Conrad’s scent all over it. When he started sneaking around, we followed him.” A weird sort of smile crossed his lips. “You were right about that pride bond, baby. We all knew you were in trouble.”
Chapter Twelve
Sinclair
I rolled my eyes as I grabbed another file from the ever-growing stack. This was really getting crazy. For some reason, ever since the council had decided I was staying—not my choice—I had been getting case after case of unsolved complaints, disputes, and general tomfoolery.
Maybe this was why Councilman James had lost his marbles.
It’s what I was going with anyway.
Still, it wasn’t too bad living in a fancy mansion with servants to do my every bidding. Still weird, but nice. I’d change dust bunnies for paperwork.
Paperwork sucked.
I glanced up when the door opened and Samson walked in. “Hey, Samson.”
“Hey.” The large man smiled at me. “How’s the legs?”
“Not too bad. The doc says I still might never walk because of the damage to my spine. He doesn’t think it will heal, but I can wiggle my toes now.”
I considered that a win.
“Cool.”
“Right?” I grinned.
“What did he say about you shifting?”
“I can shift, but my legs aren’t strong enough for any heavy running or anything. Maybe over time I can get the strength back in them, but that’s a big maybe.”
“So, you can shift then?”
“Yes.” My grin grew because that was one of the better things that had happened to me in the last couple of months. Not the best thing, but still in the top three. “I can move around, too. I just look like I’m drunk.”
Samson chuckled. “I might pay to see that.”
“So, what’s up?” I asked.
“Oh, I just talked to the council and the last teenager has been returned home.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“They questioned Conrad.”
