No later than fifteen minutes after the phone call Heather made to Jasmine, the witch herself, Jonathan, Damien, and Blake The Troublemaker appeared in the living-room, out of nowhere, startling everyone.
“Hello there,” the vampire greeted sarcastically the werewolves, nodding curtly while the three werewolves whom he had teleported with him rushed to Heather’s side.
Some of the trackers growled at him, and he raised his eyebrow in question. “Is this how you welcome someone who’s willing to help you with your crisis?”
His tone couldn’t have been more unnervingly sarcastic if he tried, but somehow Heather felt comforted by it for it meant he was in control.
“No, of course not,” Damien told him apologetically while bowing his head ever so slightly. “We are deeply sorry.”
“And we wil
