Caiden and Theirn were trying to keep busy—and sane—by watching and betting on contestants on a reality talent show, while waiting for the call from Styles. They were actually having fun, so it took them a moment to realize they had a visitor. A very large and impressive one at that.
“I know I should have rung the doorbell,” the man said in a gruff voice, smiling broadly at them. He looked at Theirn. “And please don’t cast whatever spell you have in mind. Zander told me you’re rather good at it. I’d prefer not to find out just how good.”
Caiden stepped between Theirn and the man, just in case, saying, “I’m presuming you’re Zander’s shifter friend. However, I’d like a bit more proof than you using his name.”
The man took a folded piece of paper from his pocket, handing it to Caiden, who
