Elijah
I text Allison because her rules say don't make privacy choices for her, and it feels right to text her. Loki rumbles inside my mind as my fingers move over the screen, loving how we are the only ones who are really getting closer to our mate. Jealousy also comes in the shape of a brother it seems.
Me to Allison: Heads-up: from 6pm–10pm I'm adding roving pairs near cottage to library, library to gym, gym to diner alley, admin to staff lot, and the windbreak path. No tails, no hover. Presence only. If it feels heavy, say so and I'll adjust.
Dots. A beat.
Allison: Thank you for the warning. Keep it light by the alley. I don't want a line at the dumpster like I'm a show.
Me: Copy. Dog-walkers, not uniforms. Bail-outs unchanged.
Allison: Good. Tea Wednesday stays.
