Jigger gently moved his hand through Binx’s fohawk. “I don’t see any blood, but even with the chestnut highlights on top, your hair is so black underneath, I don’t know if I would, but if it helps I don’t smell any blood.”
Binx waved his finger at Elija, “You’re lucky this time, bud.”
Rolling his eyes, Elija asked again, “What are you two doing?”
Alaska had already gone to his mate, and was kissing the stuffing out of the man, acting as if they hadn’t seen each other for days, when it had only been thirty minutes at most.
“I guess I’ll answer, since Jig is getting his groove on.” Binx said, then pointed to the wall and pressed a button. The wall slid up and multiple computer monitors appeared. “It seems that our good councilmen were a bunch of sick-ass voyeurs. They not only had al
