Page 57 of Death Warden
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Finley wason his back again, his breathing still deep and even. I called Tobias again and cursed when I got voicemail.
My cat-sith buddy was in some kind of healing sleep and there were vamps in the city that seemed to be able to control ghosts. I needed Tobias’s brain on this one.
“Logan might have dug up more information,” Spectre said from the doorway.
I pulled on a baggy cardigan. “Yeah. You think he’ll be up?”
“It’s midnight,” Spectre said. “Peak time here at the house.”
“I want to check on Riley first.”
“I’m sure everything is fine,” Spectre said. “If the patrol wasn’t back, Curo would have found me by now, and if the patrol is back and there was anything major to report, Curo would have alerted me.”
“Not if he’s too busy…” Whoa, that came out bitter.
Spectre’s brows shot up. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head. “I saw him with a redhead a little while ago.”
Spectre’s eyes narrowed and then his expression changed into one of revelation.
“What?”
He shook his head quickly. “Nothing. Let’s get you some food.”
I tucked the covers around Finley and kissed his forehead. He might be in male form, but he was still my cat-sith companion.
We headed to the ground floor, where the conversation stopped when we entered the room. Was everyone staring at us? I stepped closer to Spectre on instinct and he put his arm around my waist, anchoring me to his side.
I spotted Toni by the bar with Bobby, a knowing smile on her face.
Wait…could they tell we’d bonded?
“Congrats, Spec!” one of the hellhounds called from across the room.
“Thank you, Warren.” Spectre smiled.
“Yeah, congrats,” someone else said.
“About fucking time,” a hound with dark eyes and inky black hair said, raising his beer bottle.
“Wendall.” Spectre inclined his head, smile turning into a grin.
A pleasant warmth flooded me. His joy, his happiness. I angled my body toward him and put my arm around his waist. He felt right.Wefelt right.
There were several more warm comments, some humorous jibes, but then everyone went back to what they’d been doing.
“I’m sorry about that,” Spectre said. “A new mating, especially a fated one, is hard to miss for a hellhound.”
“How could they tell?”
“Fated mates have an aura once they consummate the bond. We can feel it, and they can see it.”
He led me over to Toni. “Did you find the fangs?”
She shook her head. “Hounds are still out, though.”
