Page 29 of Edge of Darkness

“What kind of ward did she put up?” Torres asked.

“Nothing too spectacular—basically, no one with ill intentions can enter,” Hudson said, reading the text message.

“Okay. My next question is, should Kit be told of this?” Beckett asked. “I feel like he should know.”

CHAPTER EIGHT –CONNIE

“OF COURSE he should.” Connie had no idea why Beckett’s question bothered him, but it did.

For that matter, he wasn’t sure why the entire situation with this human troubled him. He didn’t even know Kit, for crying out loud. He was just some random human who’d been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Which was a crappy thing to say, but it was the truth. Bad shit happened all the time to both humans and paranormals. That was life, unfortunately.

So why was this fuckingbotheringhim?

“Yes, tell Kit. The last thing the human needs is more unpleasant surprises,” Hudson said, sipping his coffee.

Beckett nodded. “Will do, my king. And he has someone keeping an eye on him during the weekend too, right? He doesn’t go in to work on Saturday and Sunday.”

“Yes. Of course,” Hudson said.

The rest of breakfast was, thankfully, focused on more pleasant subjects, and the need to do something—Connie had no ideawhatthe hell he thought he needed to do—finally passed.

After breakfast, he followed Hudson to his office, and the two of them sorted through the more pressing emails before calling it a day, as far as work went.

They changed clothes and spent a couple of hours out by Hudson’s pool, then grabbed a late lunch. After both of them showered off the chlorine, they changed into night pants.

Connie leaned against Hudson as he flipped through the channels on the TV. They were in Hudson’s private living area, so it was just them. As much as Connie enjoyed spending time with the court, he also prized his alone time with Hudson.

“Doesn’t seem to be much on TV,” Hudson said.

“Not surprising. It is Saturday.” Connie rolled his head so he could see Hudson’s face. “You know, theweekend?”

Hudson set the remote down and looked at Connie. “Brat. I know what day it is. What do you have in mind?”

“How do you feel about seeing a movie? Then we can grab dinner after? Maybe go down to the boulevard? It’s a nice evening.”

The boulevard, or the San DeLain Ocean Boulevard as tourists called it, was a quintessential beachfront thoroughfare lined with some of the grandest hotels, fabulous beachfront homes, restaurants, amusement parks, and an art museum.

“I like that idea.” Hudson pulled his phone from his pocket and started scrolling. “Any particular movie?”

“Action.”

“Action it is. Ah, okay, here we go. One action movie coming up. And there, tickets bought. It starts in about an hour and a half.” Hudson stood and held his hand out to Connie.

Connie crossed his arms over his chest. “What are we seeing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I hate surprises.”

“You hate not being in control of events or actions,” Hudson corrected, a slight grin on his face. “Surprises, by their very nature, take control away.”

“Ha. Pot, meet kettle.” Seriously, Hudson was one to talk about being a control freak.

“No argument there.” Hudson wiggled his fingers. “Now come on, let’s get dressed and get on the road. As you so kindly pointed out, it’s Saturday evening, and we’re probably going to need every minute of that hour and a half to get to San DeLain for the movie.”

“You just had to live out in the middle of nowhere, didn’t you?” Connie grumbled, taking Hudson’s hand and letting him pull him to his feet.

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