Jim patted his hand. “Well, honey cub, I’d say that was taken care of last night. Master Reed and Sir were none too pleased with Estelle James. I would say Sir has your things safe for you.”
The kid’s brain was whirling behind his eyes.
He has an expressive face. How he could bear to think kindly of the witch who raised him is beyond my comprehension. He just locks it all away.
He needs Bear Drummond as much as Bear needs him.
Jim listened as Brian continued.
“I can’t…I can’t afford to be hurt right now.” Brian suppressed a sob, barely. “I have to see my mother tomorrow and make sure she’s all right. I have to find a place to stay I can afford before Monday…shit…shit…ah Jesus.” Brian’s dam broke. Loud sobs combined with a torrent of tears streaking down his cheeks, his nose ran as he
