I was grateful they had walked in when they did. It was typical of them, though. They always seemed to turn up just at the right time.
“He’s starting up some church and wants my blessing.”
Romulus frowned and snatched the business card out of my hands, examining it carefully while Remus messed around with Luna’s crystals, making a mess of things, as usual.
“The Church of Seraphim...” Romulus murmured, reading the card out loud.
“Sounds like they know how to have a good time,” I scoffed, straightening a tray of obsidian rings.
Romulus flicked the card and shoved it into his pocket. “Stay away from him, you hear me? This whole thingreeksof bad news.”
I rolled my eyes. “No shit, Sherlock.”
Remus laughed, turning to face us with a big, dopey grin on his face. “Like Harperwould.She can barely keep her eyes open during circle; you think she’d be able to sit through a full-blownmasswithout passing out?”
Romulus’ eyes twinkled with amusement, but he didn’t smile.
“We were just stopping by to let you know we’re heading out for the night. We have a game in Danvers. Though, now I think we should skip it and walk you home. I have a feeling that guy’s not done with you.”
“I’ll be fine. You can’t both skip—you guys make up two-thirds of the team’s offense.”
“Yeah, but?—”
“I’ll befine.He’s just some suit trying to swindle his way through bureaucratic hurdles. He’s annoying, but I don’t think he’s violent,” I said, though the tingling feeling on my arm said otherwise.
Neither of my brothers looked convinced, and Luci let out a low whine in protest. I sighed.
“I have my kitty knuckles; worse comes to worse, I’ll stab him.”
Remus barked out a laugh, and suddenly, it was my turn to get nuggied.
“Atta girl!” He grinned good-naturedly, and Romulus begrudgingly conceded.
“It’ll befine.”I grinned at them, pulling out my keys to flash my bright pink kitty knuckles.
“Famous last words, Harp,” Rom grumbled, but he dropped a kiss on my head and left with Remus, knowing that what Luna had said earlier was true.
I was cute, but Iwouldfight.
And I would look good doing it.
“You sure you’re okay to walk home alone?” Luna asked as we finished closing up the shop. I nodded, flashing my pink self-defense weapon again.
“Yeah, and I’ll text you as soon as I’m home,” I promised. She gave me a concerned smile but nodded.
“You better.”
I winked. “I’ll text you in two seconds, anyway.”
She laughed. We were in constant contact with each other. We would literally call each other, hang up the phone, and then immediately text each other right after. Walking home would be no different.
True to my word, as soon as I exited the shop and made my way down the street in the direction of my house, I whipped out my phone and texted Luna.
Harper:
The cat’s still following me
Luna:
