“Something off the interstate,” I said. “We’ll go into the city tomorrow and see what we can find for information.”

My phone pinged and I pulled it out, seeing a notification from the shifter forums.

You could talk to Melinda Kyle in Hood River. She has a metaphysical shop there. She’d probably be able to help.

They included the number and address for the shop and I looked it up, turning the phone for Logan.

“Oh, her store is so cute!”

The server brought our plates and we tucked into the food while Logan flipped through the pages on the shop’s website.

“There’s a contact page. Should I let her know we’re coming?” she asked.

I nodded and took a bite of my burrito.Probably a good idea.

Another benefit of telepathy was being able to stuff my face while talking.

Logan tapped away on my phone and grinned. “Sent!”

“I haven’t met an omega witch in decades,” said Seth. “They’re kinda spooky.”

“Spooky how?” Logan asked between gulps of coffee.

“They’ve got that thousand-yard stare, like they’re looking right through you. Not all the time, of course. They tend totone it down for the normies, but it’s wild when they reveal themselves.”

“I hope she can help us. I’d like to go back home atsomepoint.”

I pressed a kiss to Logan’s temple. “I hope so, too.”

I wasn’t eager to be back on the road, but we finished up as quickly as we could and I settled into the passenger seat, Logan taking over. Seth shifted into his small form and set a questioning paw on my leg, looking up at me with wide eyes.

Lap?

I scooped him over. I hadn’t held him like this for decades. He started purring instantly and rubbed his head against my chest. Logan reached over and gave him a few ear scratches before pulling out of the parking lot. Seth was out like a light before we even made it onto the interstate. I cradled him with one ankle crossed over my knee and a hand around his back.

“You two are really cute,” Logan whispered.

“He hasn’t done this since he was young.” I braced my other hand on the back of Logan’s neck, lightly teasing her skin with my fingertips as she drove. “I’ve missed it.”

“I imagine last night got him more comfortable with both of us.”

I snorted. “That’s one way of putting it.”

“Are you still okay with it?”

“Pretty sure, yeah. I expected not to be.”

“Idefinitelyexpected you not to be.” She gave a little smile but kept her eyes on the road.

“Look, we both know I have one weakness in this world and that’s you. If he makes you happy, I’ll step?—”

“Don’t you fuckingdarefinish that sentence.Youmake me happy. I loveyouand you’re fucking stuck with me, buddy.”

My sudden burst of laughter jostled Seth out of his sleep. I patted his side until he curled up and settled down. “I like being stuck with you.”

She reached over and gave my thigh a squeeze. “I’m glad you’re okay with it. At least as okay as you can be. I’m going to try to contact Hecate again when we’re settled in Oregon. I need more information about some things she told me.”

“What kind of information?”