Joshua stepped close, close enough that Ethan could smell the metallic tinge of blood on him.
“Three things,” Joshua said, raising three fingers up.
Ethan’s fists shook. “Name them.”
“One," Joshua said, lifting a finger, “you owe me a favor. One day. At a time of my choosing. No arguments.”
Ethan swallowed hard. “Fine.”
“Two—Damian owes me a favor. Since he’s the one who called this in.”
Ethan nearly choked. “…You will have to tell him that yourself but fine.”
“Oh I would, and third,” Joshua said, eyes gleaming like a cat with a trapped mouse, “you stop running your mouth about vampires being soulless parasites. It hurts our feelings.”
Ethan stared.
Joshua winked. “I’m kidding. Mostly. The third term is this: A permanent, non-aggression pact between the Blood Moon Pack and my ter
