*Griff*
Although I’m not overly concerned since Jean, as a werewolf, can go quite a while without food, I still hasten to free him, well aware of his impending foul mood.
Despite my enhanced strength and speed, it takes a couple of minutes to reach the basement and dismantle the bars and locks on the heavy oak door. As I swing it open, I shout, “Hey Jean, are you still with us?”
His pallid face emerges, squinting against the light as his eyes struggle to adjust. “Barely. What took you so long to let me out, you jerk?”
“Apologies. I was in town on business. I thought Edward would…” I start explaining, empathizing with his irritability. Who wouldn’t be grumpy after being cooped up in a basement for days?
“Where’s that blasted vampire?” He storms up the stairs. “I’m going to throttle hi
