Black cooed. “That is socute.”
“We’re with you, Wren,” Ash said. “You say the word and we’ll do whatever we can to make sure you two are safe.”
“For now…just don’t talk to anyone about this, and make sure our files are where they should be,” Wren said. “Kellan has been asking about certain cases of ours.”
“Excuse me?” Fix asked.
“The eye cult ones, specifically,” Wren said. “He seems to be very interested in those, and even if he had the rights to that information, I wouldn’t give it out of spite.”
“Do not poke the hornets’ nest, Wren,” Hart said.
“Hornets are lovely,” Wren said. “But I will let them sleep for the time being. Just make sure none of the files are available for now. Stick them in with Mary. She’ll make sure they’re safe.”
“And who’s gonna make sure we’re safe?” Ash asked.
“And who will make sure you are?” Hart said.
“I can take care of myself,” Wren said. “Especially now that…”
“Now that…?” Fix asked.
“Now that I know you guys have my back,” he said softly.
“We have more than your back, Wren,” Ash said.
“I have graves ready for whoever touches a hair on your head,” Black said.
“Always,” Hart said, and Wren finally felt like he could breathe again.
“Thank you.”
“There’s no need to thank us,” Fix said. “This is what family does.”
“Keep us updated, okay?” Ash said.
Wren nodded.
“Bye, boo.” Black blew him kisses through the screen, then the call was dropped, leaving Wren feeling drained, but in the best possible way.
Yes, his life was still a mess, but it felt like he wasn’t expected to tidy it all up on his own anymore. He had a team again. And they were ready to go to battle for him.
He looked up at Midas, who raised his hand.
“If you say I told you so, I’ll put gum in your hair,” he said before Midas could.
“Feral,” Midas signed.
“There is one more thing I wanted to talk to you about,” Wren said. “When Kellan was here earlier, he had one of those brass listening devices you put in your ear. A magical one.”
“Those are supposed to be archived.” Midas frowned.
“He said there were exceptions.”
“Sure, but I doubt he qualifies as one,” Midas said. “The paperwork alone is a nightmare, and you can’t just walk around with it and use it. Every single use has to be sanctioned, and the device notes the number of uses.”
“Any ideas where he might have gotten it?” Wren asked.
“I have a few. And I know someone who might have a few more. I’ll be in touch.”
