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in my room when Nick didn’t stay over. He slept on the couch when Nick did.
Since discovering Leglin was part wolf shifter and therefore more of a person than most people who loved dogs considered them to be, I’d decided to treat him like I would any guy I wasn’t dating. That meant no running around naked in front of him.
He probably didn’t care one way or the other, but I did. It felt respectful.
After I’d turned off the light and climbed into bed, Leglin jumped up on the other side and plopped onto his side, back to me.
“Ronnie’s been after me about moving into a house again,” I said, watching the shadow of the tree outside my bedroom window dance across the mini blinds. He grunted, turning his ear back. “You know, because it’s easier to set wards on a house since it doesn’t share walls with other people’s homes.”
He grunted again.
“Derrick’s paying my credit card bill for my car repairs, and I saved my bonus from Thorandryll’s case.” I rolled over onto my side and scratched the hound’s neck. “I saved last year’s Christmas bonus too, and I’ve put money in savings every check. Dad taught me to do that.”
Thump .
“Anyway, I think I have enough to make a good down payment. You could have your own room and a yard. That’d be cool, right?”
Grunt.
“Is that a yes?”
Thump .
“I’m thinking a three bedroom, so we’d have a guest room. It’s just,” I hesitated, scratching under his chin. “There’s a lot more things to worry about when you buy a house. Stuff you don’t have to deal with when you rent an apartment.”
“Hrr?”
“If something breaks, I tell the apartment manager, and she sends a maintenance guy or whatever. I don’t have to pay for it or worry about getting someone to fix it.”
Leglin grunted again.
“So it’s a big deal. A big responsibility. It’s scary.”
The hound snorted, and I laughed, rolling back onto my back. “Okay, not as scary as fighting demons or vampires, but it’s still scary. Night, roomie.”
Thump, thump .
***
Barely three hours later, my tracking sense flared, yanking me from a nightmare of having a house falling apart around my ears. I groaned, seeing the thin black thread it presented me with. “Great, a new color.”
Leglin sat up and yawned.
“Go back to sleep, dude. I’ll call Nick, and if I need you, I’ll call you.” He plopped back down as I threw the covers off and hurried to dress.
Five minutes later, I locked the door behind me and shrugged into my leather jacket. While walking to my car, I called Nick, only to be shunted directly to voice mail. In a fit of sleep-deprived pique, I didn’t leave a message.
It didn’t matter. If I needed back-up, all I had to do was say Leglin’s name, and the hound would come to me, wherever I was.
It was a nifty bonus of the magical blood bond between us—though I still didn’t like that it made the hound a servant of sorts. I yawned my way out of the parking lot, enjoying the purring of my car’s engine.
I realized the thread led into the Palisades and muttered a few choice words. The last time I’d left my car unattended in that area resulted in the need for its nearly complete rebuilding by Logan.
Making a U-turn, I parked it under a working light in the lot of the strip mall across the highway from the Palisades. After locking it, I focused on a familiar memory and teleported into the warzone, as the Santo Trueno Daily loved to label the Palisades.
The thread held, its darkness leading me down several streets and into an alley. I poked around the spot it ended, but didn’t find anything. “Not useful. Thanks for nothing.”
As I straightened, the soft sound of a footstep came to my ears. Before I could turn around, an arm slid across my throat and began applying pressure. I grabbed for a hold, intending to try and throw him over me.
“You’re an irritating, interfering little bitch,” my attacker muttered. “I made
Since discovering Leglin was part wolf shifter and therefore more of a person than most people who loved dogs considered them to be, I’d decided to treat him like I would any guy I wasn’t dating. That meant no running around naked in front of him.
He probably didn’t care one way or the other, but I did. It felt respectful.
After I’d turned off the light and climbed into bed, Leglin jumped up on the other side and plopped onto his side, back to me.
“Ronnie’s been after me about moving into a house again,” I said, watching the shadow of the tree outside my bedroom window dance across the mini blinds. He grunted, turning his ear back. “You know, because it’s easier to set wards on a house since it doesn’t share walls with other people’s homes.”
He grunted again.
“Derrick’s paying my credit card bill for my car repairs, and I saved my bonus from Thorandryll’s case.” I rolled over onto my side and scratched the hound’s neck. “I saved last year’s Christmas bonus too, and I’ve put money in savings every check. Dad taught me to do that.”
Thump .
“Anyway, I think I have enough to make a good down payment. You could have your own room and a yard. That’d be cool, right?”
Grunt.
“Is that a yes?”
Thump .
“I’m thinking a three bedroom, so we’d have a guest room. It’s just,” I hesitated, scratching under his chin. “There’s a lot more things to worry about when you buy a house. Stuff you don’t have to deal with when you rent an apartment.”
“Hrr?”
“If something breaks, I tell the apartment manager, and she sends a maintenance guy or whatever. I don’t have to pay for it or worry about getting someone to fix it.”
Leglin grunted again.
“So it’s a big deal. A big responsibility. It’s scary.”
The hound snorted, and I laughed, rolling back onto my back. “Okay, not as scary as fighting demons or vampires, but it’s still scary. Night, roomie.”
Thump, thump .
***
Barely three hours later, my tracking sense flared, yanking me from a nightmare of having a house falling apart around my ears. I groaned, seeing the thin black thread it presented me with. “Great, a new color.”
Leglin sat up and yawned.
“Go back to sleep, dude. I’ll call Nick, and if I need you, I’ll call you.” He plopped back down as I threw the covers off and hurried to dress.
Five minutes later, I locked the door behind me and shrugged into my leather jacket. While walking to my car, I called Nick, only to be shunted directly to voice mail. In a fit of sleep-deprived pique, I didn’t leave a message.
It didn’t matter. If I needed back-up, all I had to do was say Leglin’s name, and the hound would come to me, wherever I was.
It was a nifty bonus of the magical blood bond between us—though I still didn’t like that it made the hound a servant of sorts. I yawned my way out of the parking lot, enjoying the purring of my car’s engine.
I realized the thread led into the Palisades and muttered a few choice words. The last time I’d left my car unattended in that area resulted in the need for its nearly complete rebuilding by Logan.
Making a U-turn, I parked it under a working light in the lot of the strip mall across the highway from the Palisades. After locking it, I focused on a familiar memory and teleported into the warzone, as the Santo Trueno Daily loved to label the Palisades.
The thread held, its darkness leading me down several streets and into an alley. I poked around the spot it ended, but didn’t find anything. “Not useful. Thanks for nothing.”
As I straightened, the soft sound of a footstep came to my ears. Before I could turn around, an arm slid across my throat and began applying pressure. I grabbed for a hold, intending to try and throw him over me.
“You’re an irritating, interfering little bitch,” my attacker muttered. “I made
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