Altina hurried out of the truck, glad she had worn the boots and not heels. As she reached Kieran, the egg vibed, and her steps faltered. His arm was warm as it wrapped around her waist, steadying her and pulling her close to his side.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly.
“I’m sorry. I…” Altina trailed off, not sure how she was feeling about things Kieran had done with Maison’s mom before she had been charged with crimes against the Sleuth.
The bar was on the city's outskirts, in an old building with a gravel parking lot. Inside, it was loud, with people dancing to music on the dance floor or playing pool and darts to one side. Others sat at tables, drinking, eating fried food, and shooting the s**t with their companions.
In the two years since the shifter communities started to offer the dham
