Chapter 11Several weeks later
“Baptiste, help.”
Marin’s Sire put down his book, lifting an eyebrow in question when Marin plopped down in a chair opposite him in the mansion’s parlor. “Help, how?”
“Tell me I’m crazy for not leaving town yesterday, or a week ago.”
Pressing his fingertips together, Baptiste studied his Child. “Would I be wrong in presuming your question had something to do with Tyler? I thought the two of you were getting along well, very well in fact, considering how often you’ve seen him in the last few weeks.”
“That’s the problem, we are. I think—” Marin swallowed hard. “I’m too interested in him for my own good, and he seems to think I walk on water or some such from the way he’s been acting. He’s…It’s my damned panther and the link between them and the problem is I
