It was nine-forty-five, and the trio was seated in Brax’s car, three blocks from Caleb’s building.
“Before you go in,” Caleb told Kyle, “I’m going to check things out. I wouldn’t put it past Russo to be there already, planning to ambush you the second you show up.”
“You’ll be able to sense him?” Kyle asked.
“I’ve been around for over ninety years. There’s damned all I can’t sense, when it comes to shifters. Unless he’s well over one hundred, I’ll know he’s there and how many others he’s brought with him, if he’s decided to break his promise.”
“Not sure it was a promise. More the reality that I meant what I said. I will vanish if he tries anything.”
“Then be ready to do that,” Brax said dryly, “because you know he will.”
“Thanks for the encouragement,” Kyle muttered as Caleb left the
