“We have a new problem,” Gid said, walking into Kylian’s office.
It was a month after Kylian had returned from New Orleans, and all had been calm, not to say boring, in his estimation. If there were rogues out there, and that was a given, they weren’t targeting humans to kill. It was so calm in fact, that he hadn’t had any reason to get in contact with Brett. Or no legitimate reason, which was all he’d let happen. As much as he could, he did as he’d vowed he would and kept whatever personal feelings he had for the human tightly stored away in the back of his mind. On the whole, it had worked.
“What kind of problem,” Kylian asked when Gid was seated across from him.
“This.” Gid handed him a newspaper, with an article circled.
Kylian read it, immediately seeing what Gid meant. “Spontaneo
