“Little Bill? Seriously?” I asked half an hour later once the four of us were settled into a booth in Sterling Point’s one and only restaurant. My feeble joke was an attempt at breaking the ice. I just hoped the resulting splinters didn’t drive themselves into my skin and draw blood.
Because, despite the lowering of my guard previously, the air still hummed with antagonism. The discord just happened to focus on a different person this time around—Robert.
As soon as I understood who I was facing, I’d done my best to send my human partner packing with reassurances that Hunter was on his way to pick me up. Unfortunately, Robert had adamantly refused to abandon me to the tender mercies of two unknown shifters.
And I could understand his reasoning. He was being a good guy, as usual, his inhe
