Chapter 9
“They didn’t take your weapons, did they?” asked Dane.
Sean’s face fell. He looked away.
Damn, as much as Dane wanted Sean to join the Order, if only to avoid a repeat of the mind wipe s**t, the man did not seem to like knives. Dane couldn’t help but be annoyed at that.
“Sean.”
“No,” said Sean, and moved to pull on a shirt.
He’d insisted on showering, but Dane had already decided he wouldn’t leave Sean’s side until something was more permanently settled about his safety. Sean was going to love hearing about how he’d have to take Dane with him to college tomorrow.
“Then get them. My ass is getting sore waiting around for you to be ready.”
“Dane, a few knives and brass knuckles isn’t going to do anything against something like a hellhound. Is it?” He dug around in his close
