Page 108 of Witchbane

He sighed. “I hate negotiating with the military.”

“We don’t want the vampires back. But I’m not sure that them having vampires is a good thing.” I could imagine a thousand dystopian stories that began that way.

“Sounded like an agreement with the fae,” Liam said. “Our contracts aren’t quite that detailed. Maybe I should fix that.”

“Or stop letting the fae fox lead you around by the dick?” Carl snarked from outside the bunkhouse, obviously still close enough to hear.

I snarled at him. “Stop giving my kid swear word coloring books.”

“Or what? You’ll overcook some chicken? Flatten some bread?”

“I could suck the life out of you,” I threatened, despite my kitsune ignoring Carl as power beyond the pack tie.

“Bet you know a lot about sucking, don’t you?”

Liam groaned.

“Is this normal?” Nick asked.

“Sadly, yes,” Liam replied dragging me toward the house. “It’s good to be home. Even with all the noise.”

Fin