Chapter 5Rue froze in the kitchen as Gertrude entered the house mid-conversation. As a male voice answered her, claws buried themselves in his muscles and prevented him from moving.
“Oh, Rue, I didn’t think you’d be up.”
He nodded since his voice had stopped working. Behind her in the doorway were Noah and another dark-haired man—smaller, more graceful, no less deadly.
“This is Noah and Asher. We were gonna have a drink and talk some business.” No one moved, and Rue wasn’t sure anyone breathed.
“You want a drink too?” Gertrude’s tone was soft, as if she was soothing an injured animal.
He nodded.
“You do?”
The surprised outburst made him jump, and he quickly shook his head. No, he didn’t want to have a drink with them, he didn’t drink and he didn’t spend time with people.
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