Mason's POV(Continued)
“Mason?”
“You hear about the fire at Grimrock?”
“Yeah? What about it?”
“I got burnt in it.”
His eyes widened some more and his eyebrows disappeared somewhere into his hairline. He messed with his glasses as several expresions crossed his face. I watched him carefully, waiting for him to decide what list of querys he wanted to start with.
Movement from the doorway snagged our attention. Five distinct scents wafted to me and I was sure Rhemir had picked up the same thing. Four of the six council of elders were here. The fifth companion was someone I could do without seeing for, oh wait, forever. Really, I would rather have a root canal than hold a conversation with him, but for some reason, he always sought me out. Every damn time he came to the pack house. And s
