Page 10 of Knot His Type

In all honesty, it might very well have been. Sebastian began buying up property in the town years ago, much to the annoyance of both the magical community and the humans in town. While I wouldn’t have called the man a mobster, he could sometimes certainly act like it.

Luckily, Sebastian’s biggest vice seemed to be the illegal fights and his overwhelming desire for control. The latter could be a problem in the future, but if it helped me catch the men who had done this to Claire, I would use it.

“Someone is providing a cover for these people,” Sebastian said when I had remained quiet for too long. “I want to know who it is. I think you do, too.”

Sebastian knew, perhaps better than anyone other than Claire, why I wanted to find these men. I’d gone to him not long after it had happened, demanding revenge. It had been Sebastian who had urged a calm, calculated response to what was going on.

And just like that, I was sinking back into thoughts of Claire. Of wanting to be with her. Thinking of how she could always be under my protection if I could just go over there, take her out of that house, and bring her home with me.

“Jack, have you ever considered just rutting the witch?”

Lightning seized my spine. My chair clattered backward as I came to my feet. Sebastian was on his back on the floor. His body was solid beneath mine as I clamored for his throat. My hands squeezed around his neck as he looked up at me, expressionless. Expressionless but for his eyes, which were blazing with a strange fire.

From the periphery, I could see Sebastian’s hand extended to my right. He was holding it out, urging someone to stop.

I released my hold on Sebastian’s neck as my brain came back online. Looking over, I saw three stocky warlocks standing around us. They saw nothing other than Sebastian’s outstretched hand.

Keeping them at bay.

Keeping them from ripping me to shreds.

Not that Sebastian would have needed their help.

The room had gone silent around us all but for the occasional sweep of a foot across the gritty floor or the sharp intake of breath. I raised myself to my feet, my eyes darting from Sebastian to the others around us.

I extended my hand for Sebastian, but he waved it off, standing and readjusting his suit. He cracked his neck and then gave an almost imperceptible nod to the men who gathered around us. They slowly slid back into the shadows.

“I’m going to let that one go, Beaumont,” Sebastian said, giving me a once over. “Because I know you’re a decent warlock. But be careful, because I’ll only allow so much disrespect before I strike. Are we clear?”

The alpha in me wanted to fight. Protest. Throw punches.

But not only did I need Sebastian’s help, I also knew when I was outnumbered.

“I’ll see you around, Cavanaugh,” I said and then turned, striding out the door.

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