“At what?” Jesse retorted. “You have those two brothers. They look like they could murder anyone. Then there’s Lehane, who looks like he should be part of a Shifter modeling company. Duma seems too smart to be a part of this. I can see Vincent—he looks almost normal—but Crichton, what are you playing at?”
“I’m not playing at anything, Haley,” Crichton said. He sat down behind his desk and smoothed his suit. There was that glint in his eye that Jesse didn’t quite trust. “We needed this. New York needed this. Shifterkind needed this most of all. I pulled in a group of guys that would be good at this—and if you’re not on board, there are plenty of other men out there that would be happy to fill your role.”
Jesse didn’t say anything. “Okay,” he finally grunted.
“Are we clear?” C
