Trystan

“I’d like it to be known that I disagree with this plan.”

As I speak, I slam my empty beer can on the coffee table, already regretting that I finished it too fast. It’s the only one I’ll have tonight. We’ve gotta stay sharp and alert, but I needed something to calm my fucking nerves.

The guys and I are gathered around our mate on the couch at Archer’s place as she prepares to try to break into Cleo’s mind again.

I get it—we want to be prepared. What’s coming isn’t going to be easy. How the fuck do you fight magic with claws and fangs? You don’t. Not...