GUNS. As sweat trickled down my spine and my skin itched in anticipation of a barrage of bullets, I had to admit that I was not a fan of firearms. All it would take was one round to each of our heads and Sebastien and I would lack the opportunity to fully realize our mate bond. I’d never figure out why my brother had disappeared nor what SHRITA’s intentions were toward the paranormal portion of the population. Now, more than ever, I wished I’d brought along a bin of cupcakes to defuse this situation before it grew any worse.
Only, apparently pastries weren’t necessary. Because Sebastien stepped between me and the soldiers, his scent sliding into caramel smoothness as he spoke. “I have important information to relay to your superiors,” he told the soldiers, ignoring the way one male smirke
