“No one is as big as you,” Patrick said, thinking of more than just Jono’s wolf form.
Wade made a gagging sound from the back seat. “Gross.”
Sage sighed loudly. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Wade.”
“Patrick was there first!”
“Eat your Jaffa Cakes and let us work out our plan of attack,” Jono said with a straight face.
“I could always eat the furry bastards,” Wade grumbled while ripping open another packet of his latest snack.
Patrick looked over his shoulder at Wade. “No eating the enemy tonight. We don’t need that spotlight in this country.”
“Is the entire London god pack made up of werewolves?” Sage asked, driving the conversation back on track.
“They were when I was last here. Don’t know about now. Devin is one, if that’s what has you worried,” Jono replied.
“So they won’t expect my animal form.”
“Not many do in the western hemisphere.”
“In that case, do you want their dire dead or for him to show throat?”
“Make him show throat. Pat is right. The less bodies we have to explain, the better.”
“Murder inside the challenge ring is legal.”
“I know, but we aren’t looking to take over the London god pack. We just need pass-through rights.”
“Fine.”
Sage sounded annoyed they weren’t going to let her kill the guy, and Patrick snorted. Then he turned his head to stare at Jono’s profile. “Who’s Bryson?”
Jono blinked, but that was the only glimmer of reaction he let slip through. “An old mate of mine.”
“Did you fuck him?”
Jono rolled his eyes. “A long time ago.”
“He seems to want to pick up where you left off.”
“We didn’t even date, we just shagged. I don’t want anything to do with Bryson like that. Stop being jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
Jono glanced at him, arching an eyebrow. “If I could smell you, you’d smell like jealousy.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“That’s a bloody lie.” Jono reached over to squeeze Patrick’s right knee. “You’ve nothing to worry about, Pat. Only person I love is you.”
Patrick knew that, he did, but that still didn’t stop him from wanting to punch Bryson in the face. “He comes near you again, I’m stabbing him.”
“So much for no bodies,” Wade muttered.
“Eat your snacks.” Patrick shifted his gaze from Jono to the car in front of them, the one Bryson was driving. “If anyone tries anything outside whatever rules they lay down, I’m not holding back.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to,” Jono said.
