“I could,” I promise him. “I never miss a shot.” It’s one of my many talents.
He grins. “There’s my best friend. Good of you to make an appearance. I was beginning to worry.”
I shake my head at him. “You’re a fucking menace,Your Majesty.”
“I am,” he agrees, then sets a watch down on the counter.
The sight of it makes me growl.
Cael knows how I feel about metal against my skin.
And while I can concede that the high-tech gadget has its uses, I fuckingloathewearing watches.
He knows this.
Just as he absolutely knew I hadn’t worn one when I left to retrieve Ashlyn.
Hence the reason he’s brought me one now.
Fuck.
“Wrong on all accounts, I’m afraid.” His words are light, poking fun at my guesses while trying to tame my reaction tohisgift.“I know you hate them, Grey, but it’ll help you keep me informed on your progress. Plus it’s added security.”
I grunt. “I can handle myself.”
“While I agree, I think we both know this is the smart play—for her.” He glances at the bedroom door.
Like I need to know who he means.
Or maybe I do.
Hercould also apply to Nikiski.
Maybe it applies to both.
I don’t fucking know, but I’m extremely unamused by this “gift” of his. Being practical is a moot point. I don’t have to like it just because he’s right.
“Alternatively, you could bring our little seer back to Lunar Sector, if you prefer,” he murmurs.
I narrow my gaze. “Refer to her asoursone more time,” I dare him.
His grin grows into a full smile. “Good luck, Grey. And try not to be too hard onourlittle seer, yeah?” He disappears before my fist can meet his jaw, the bastard’s chuckle a residual echo in the air that has me growling in annoyance.
“Asshole,” I mutter, aware that I’ve called him that more than once this hour.
The watch lights up with a message, creating a translucent screen above it. I snort when I read the note as it appears one word at a time.Love you, too, brother.
I know he hasn’t bugged my lair. He just anticipated my insult.
Because he knows me well. Too well, in fact.
A sigh leaves me, and I focus on finishing up in the kitchen. Ashlyn is going to need something better to eat tomorrow. Something nutritious and filling.
Too bad all I have are canned and boxed goods in the pantry. I rarely ever visit this safe house, keeping it stocked with just the essentials—like water for me and beer for Cael.
Maybe I’ll go for a run in wolf form and see what I can catch. Or fish in the pond out back.
I grab the back of my neck and stretch, my body far tighter than it should be.
