I open my mouth to argue, but Cedric touches my shoulder, shaking his head discreetly. I follow him out of Erik’s office, and after Jerry leaves us, disappointed, Cedric murmurs, “If you want, I can take Harold’s body and that loud-mouthed human friend of yours to the North.”
For some reason, the idea of Cedric sneaking off with Maya and a corpse in the middle of the night is morbidly amusing, and I chuckle despite the circumstances. “Thanks, but I’ll figure something else out. I just wish they had done more than only take a few photographs of Harold after he died. I still think this could be the work of humans.”
“The people who attacked you were shifters, though,” Cedric points out. “Unless you’re implying a collaboration?”
I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know what I’m
