“What work?” Sarah asks, her usually snarky expression even snarkier than usual. She may be a pain in my ass, but she is very protective of me in times like this. She doesn’t like this weirdo just because of the way he treats me.
Titus sprawls out dramatically on one of my chairs, strumming his long, ivory fingers on the arm. “The work of helping your luna; my lovely granddaughter.”
“Your lovely granddaughter doesn’t seem to want his help. And I thought you hated Paul?” Marcus butts in.
“Oh, my disdain for him is irrelevant. After hearing from my putative grandson how he treated Danielle, I imputed the oaf was doomed to the same fate as that provoking mongrel, Phineas. I can see now that, although your head is filled with desolation, you are not similar to that vexing being at all. He w
