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“Okay, let’s talk more about Thorn.”
Greyson growled and dropped his fangs. “We can’t trust him.”
“Has there been any incidents at Thorn’s events lately?” Julian asked.
“None that I’ve heard of,” Greyson paused. “Wait. There was an incident. One with a fire.”
“It was dragons,” Rafe explained and pinched his fingers together. “A little bit of fire.”
“Dragons?” Cassia’s eyes widened.
“We will have to pay him.” Greyson raised an eyebrows.
“Whatever he wants. Price is not an issue,” Julian said.
“Well don’t be surprised when he asks for a price you don’t want to pay. Slimy demon cunts.”
“What about Kellan?” Julian asked. “I heard they’ve had a falling out.”
“I’ve heard the same,” Greyson answered. “Something to do with the dragons. Who the fuck knows. They both have similar powers so the feud is simply a cold war.”
“Mommy was there the last time I saw him,” Rafe said.
“Mommy?” Julian raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
“You know. Ilsbeth.” Rafe nodded. “I’m joking about the mommy part. She’s one scary bitch.”
“I’m not entertaining any more meetings with Ilsbeth,” Greyson stated. “If she gets a whiff we’re looking for something, a vessel … a secret of Hell … She’s gonna want it … even if she doesn’t.”
“How do you know that?” Julian asked.
“I know Ilsbeth. I’m tellin’ ya she’s gonna ask too many questions. If she knows what this vessel is, she’s gonna want it. If she doesn’t know, she’s gonna want to know. She’s been to Hell. She’s gonna be lookin’ for payback,” Greyson huffed.
“Hey, what’s going on between you two?” Rafe asked.
“Nothin. There ain’t nothin’ goin’ on between us,” Greyson grumbled.
Silence fell over the room. Julian looked to Rafe, who smiled and raised his eyebrows at him. Something is most definitely going on. Now fucking what?
“What is it? Just spill it,” Rafe pressed.
“There’s nothin’ to spill. The young wolf has taken too much poison. His head isn’t clear.”
“He likes her.” Rafe held his water bottle to his lips and drank it, attempting to hide his amusement.
“What? No.” Julian’s jaw ticked with anger. “Are you fucking the witch?”
“Jesus Christ. Are you high? No, no,” Greyson protested. He shrugged. “Look, it was a kiss. One kiss. It happened many years ago.”
“How many years?”
“One hundred.”
Julian glared at him in silence, sensing his lack of candor.
“Okay okay….more than fifty.” Greyson shrugged.
“Are you for real?”
