Theo turned toward Mitch. “Take us to your house. I want to see where we’re stealing you away from.”
Mitch stood and opened a portal. “Come, my mates.”
“What? No drink to celebrate the deal?” Micitian asked.
Theo climbed off Dario’s lap and smiled. “See you in thirty days.”
“I’ll be ready for you,” Micitian responded with that awful smile. “Good work, little shifter. It will be a pleasure bringing you to the dark side.”
Not a chance. Theo tugged Dario to the portal. It was time to spend the rest of his nights with his mates. It had been an exhausting day and he wanted cuddles and love.
The portal closed behind them and Theo turned to bury his face in Dario’s chest.
“We are so proud of you,” Dario said, hugging him.
Theo lifted his head. “That was crazy.”
“I’m sorry that you went through all of that,” Mitch said.
“Not your fault,” Theo assured him. “You warned us. And at least we don’t have to worry about Bramley or the summoner any longer.”
“Bywater.” Alek snapped his fingers. “That’s who the other person was. I couldn’t place his face.”
“Micitian stole the tissue when I got a paper cut and used the summoner to take me,” Theo explained.
“We need to be more careful,” Alek stated.
“Lesson learned,” Theo told him before turning toward Mitch. “Now show us around. And maybe Sami can come visit.”
Mitch kissed Theo. “I would love to show you around my home and community.”
“Demons!” Wylder pumped his fist. “Yay.”
“Just as long as there are no hellhounds,” Theo commented. He was pretty sure he was going to hear those howls in his nightmares.
“It’s okay, wildcat,” Mitch teased. “I’m certain they’ll be more afraid of you than you are of them after the way you just played my sire.”
Theo grinned. He had done a pretty fantastic job there. “Do you have ice cream here? I totally deserve ice cream.”
Chapter Eleven
Wylder
“Come back here, you little shit!” Wylder chased Theo through the living room but the cat was too fast and was running up the carpeted shelving along the wall.
“Wylder!” Dario called from the kitchen.
Now that was a problem. The new house was awesome, but with the open concept, there wasn’t much that he could get away with. Wylder slowed and pointed at the highest shelf where the demon cat was grooming his paw. “He started it!”
Dario rolled his eyes. “How old are you?”
Wylder huffed. He’d been in the middle of playing an online game and his team had just started the battle when Theo had run into his room and tripped over the cords. The power cord had been ripped from the wall, ending Wylder’s game.
‘Mer. Meow.’
“I know you’re sorry,” Wylder said. “Come down and let me hug you.”
‘Mer. Mer mer.’
