"Are you heading out?" Darren asked, tugging me closer to him while speaking to Cole, his arm a solid, reassuring weight around my shoulders.
"Yeah, seems Remington just opened a weapons shop with a strip club above it across from the Sanctuary. Rhys is about to have a seizure over it. He met his match in this one, and she's aware she is untouchable. I'm only a phone call away if you need anything. I have to get back to my own club. One Van Helsing has to control his brain to run the Van Helsing Knights and keep the monsters in check. Xavier being away hasn't gone unnoticed, and Nyota isn't any damn help now since she's made it her personal mission to guard Bullet Van Helsing."
"I still can't believe Rhys is going to be a father," Darren grunted, shaking his head slowly. "Or that his bab
