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He dipped his head. “I forgot about it.”
“Right. We will go shopping for nesting materials tomorrow.” Litha smiled.
Brit blinked. “How do you know about that?”
“Two minutes of research.” Litha chuckled. “It is what I do, after all.”
Denier showed her the guestrooms, and Litha picked one before she assured him. “I will feel any new heat or cold signature in the building.”
“Are you truly a plasma active?”
“I am. I have also worked as a bodyguard before. My charge is still alive.”
He chuckled. “I don’t know if you understand how many folk are trying to gain control of Brittany.”
“Seven crime families want her right now as she hasn’t fully imprinted on you as far as they know. You need to show off her mark at the first opportunity. The ones without alphas will keep coming for a while. I will take care of those.”
“You will kill?”
“I am authorized by four governments. Yes.”
He blinked, and Brit chuckled.
Denier had to ask. “May I see a demonstration of your activation?”
Litha smiled. “Find me something you don’t mind destroying.”
A polished wood box was found and confirmed empty. Litha drew a pattern on the roof of the box with her fingertip, and it dropped into the box, smouldering. She then held the box on her palm, and a blade of plasma shot through it, and the box turned to ash and then the ash disappeared into vapour.
Litha dusted her hands off and smiled. “Enough?”
Brit smirked.
Denier nodded. “Good.”
“Excellent. Brit saved me some dessert, so I am going to go raid the fridge. I have already posted sentries at all standard points of ingress. Anyone touching them goes up in a poof. Perhaps a screamy poof, but a poof nonetheless.” She glanced at Brit. “As long as you don’t have guests that come in through the window, you are good. The front door is the only point of access or egress.” Litha smirked. “And whatever means you used for transport.”
Denier nodded. “Noted.”
Litha scampered down the stairs.
Denier frowned. “She’s an escort?”
“Yeah. She has one client, but she is an escort.”
“That’s... he must be something terrifying.”
She giggled. “I believe they are on platonic dates.”
Denier frowned. “What’s the point of that?”
“Dinner, dancing, going to the ballet, going to the opera, just being with someone and laughing and being sweet.”
Denier sighed and pulled her into his arms. “We will have to fit that in after the fact.”
Brit leaned against his bare chest and put her hands on his hips. His trousers led up to the naked expanse of rigid muscles.
“What’s a nest?”
