Cass sighed heavily, and then moaned, “I’ll be there in about an hour.”
Alaric’s brows furrowed. “Why so long?”
“Because your problems aren’t the only shifter problems in the world. I do have other business, and I’m not in New City right now.”
Alaric’s features blanked. “Sorry, man.”
A quiet moment. “Yeah, well, he wanted to die.”
“Peace be with the departed,” Jonathan murmured.
Alaric glanced at him, then back to me. “You can sleep here tonight if you want. Or I’ll stay up with you. We’ll go for a run.”
Cass perked up. “I’ll be there in an hour. Don’t let her off you before then.” He ended the call.
“So, I guess I won’t be sleeping next to my husband after all.” I smiled at him gently. “He needs you more.”
Alaric plopped down on the recently vacated loveseat. “I wouldn’t take his job for anything. That is hell.”
“He’s lasted longer than most seers do,” Jonathan muttered factually. “I have great respect for him. He isn’t anywhere near insane yet. Whatever his coping habits are, he should write them down for future seers.”
Alaric blinked. “He’s more than his job.”
Jonathan backtracked. “My apologies.”
I patted the assassin’s leg. “He’s just tired. Don’t mind him. He didn’t get a nap like I did.”
The killer chuckled. “That is true.”
The bear growled quietly in grumpy irritation.
An hour later, the fox strolled in.
Other than stress lining his forehead, he didn’t appear as if he’d given a shifter his final mercy today. He opened his arms wide, his fur coat swinging out, and stated, “I am here as your valiant savior, so y’all can fuck any way you want without a slit throat during climax.”
Jonathan snorted.
Yes, the killer has a unique sense of humor.
No wonder he respected the seer so much.
Two peas in a pod.
But the fox was going to save my ass once again.
