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A throat cleared, and I dropped my forehead to his shoulder.
Otherpeople got to have quickies in hallways.
Me? I got cock-blocked byeveryone.
“Really wishing I hadn’t had you remove that spell,” I whispered to his chest. “Maybe they wouldn’t have noticed me here and we could have finished.”
Grant chuckled, but the sound was strained. The erection pressed against me through his jeans said he’d been on board for the same thing I’d wanted.
Good.Somehow suffering together sounded better than me suffering alone.
Grant took a step back and turned toward the sound.
Jameson stood there, the acting Magistrate I’d already met in hell.
His gaze slid impassively from one of us to the other. When I’d met him at Lucifer’s Court, he’d hardly noticed me, but this time?
He watched me with the same level of wariness as he did Grant.
It seemed like my little turn-into-a-reaper trick had earned me a reputation.
“Yes?” Grant asked dismissively, as if he hadn’t been nearly screwing me in the hallway a moment earlier, or perhaps had been but didn’t see a problem with it.
“I heard you had come. I didn’t quite believe it.”
“Why not? Aren’t you the one who always wants me to come?”
“Yes,” he said, voice careful. “But I have to wonder why you’ve chosen today of all days to attend.”
Grant shrugged. “Maybe I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines. Thisismy place, isn’t it?”
Jameson’s lips flattened. I had to give him credit, though, because when he answered, it was without all thefuck youhe no doubted wanted to add. “Of course. Youarethe Magistrate.”
For now.
It seemed I understood mages better, because I could translate that threat without any help from Grant.
“Well, when it was discovered you would attend this meeting, word was sent out. We’ve moved the meeting back a few hours, to allow for those who had chosen to miss this meeting to attend. You coming changes the dynamic, of course, so those who had opted to miss it wished to change that decision.”
A tension started in Grant’s shoulder, as if the news wasn’t what he would have hoped for. “I have other matters to attend to. Moving a meeting is highly improper.”
Jameson’s eyes narrowed, as if picking up on something in Grant’s tone. “Your presence is unheard of. It has been over a hundred years since we have had a Magistrate attend a council meeting.”
Again, another tidbit of information.
Grant’s that old?
He looked like a college student most of the time, so the idea that he was actually over a century old sent me for a loop.
At least this time I didn’t have my mouth hanging open.
See, I’m learning.
Grant nodded. “Very well. I can return at that time.”
“Nonsense. Your quarters have been prepared.”
“I don’t have quarters.”
