“I’m not making you do anything.”
“Are you coming down voluntarily?” Cyrus asked.
“No.”
“In that case…” Cyrus pulled a set of cuffs out of his back pocket and released Black to approach Wren.
Sable jumped up from Wren’s lap and positioned himself between them.
“Cursebreaker Wren,” Cyrus said, his voice cutting into Sable’s menacing growl. “You’re under arrest for obstructing an ongoing PUMA investigation. You will be granted the right to call Nexus—”
Black snorted from where he was holding his phone up, recording the whole thing while cackling like a maniac. “He’s totally not calling them. Wave for the camera, Wrennie!”
“Turn around,” Cyrus said, and Wren obeyed, turning slowly until his back was to Cyrus, his hands crossed at his tailbone.
Cyrus clipped the cuffs around his wrists and pushed Wren toward the main building and the parking lot.
Sable trailed after them, soft feet barely making a sound on the ground.
“Tell him to stay,” Cyrus said, pointing at Sable.
“I’m not the boss of him,” Wren said, winking at Sable as he brushed against his legs in passing.
“He’d stay if you told him to. For fuck’s sake, he’s not coming with us,” Cyrus said.
“Seems like he is,” Wren said. “He looks very determined.”
“Is he gonna run after the car?” Cyrus asked, but Black was already opening his car door and watching as the gigantic cat leaped inside and made himself at home on his back seat. “Fucking hell, Black.”
Black was still holding his phone up, now taking numerous photos from every angle imaginable, even going so far as to climb onto the hood of Cyrus’s car and lie down to capture the right frame.
The door to the main building opened and Bianca stepped out, taking in the sight in front of her before frowning and grabbing for their emergency dart gun hanging by the door.
“Need me to handle the situation?” she asked, and Wren smiled at her reassuringly.
“It’s all good, thank you.” Wren walked to the car calmly and sat in the back with Sable.
“She could have helped with him,” Cyrus grumbled.
Wren chuckled. “Oh, the dart wasn’t for him.”
Cyrus balked as he slid into the driver’s seat. “You people are certifiable,” he said, starting the car and honking to get Black to “get his sparkly ass inside.”
Black slid in through the open window, snapping a selfie with Wren.
“Sending this to the group chat,” he said as Cyrus peeled out of the parking lot, swearing under his breath.
Wren settled into his seat, looking out the window at the road as it passed under them.
He was hoping against hope that HE wouldn’t be there.
And he was hating the tiny part of him that was definitely hoping he was.
Chapter 6
Wren
Hart:He was arrested?!
