They’d learned not to interfere in an argument between Dylan and Glory. Andrea was a gentle soul and would hurt no one-that is, no one except any who threatened Sean or her son-but she had a way of getting inside a man’s head to make him speak the truth. He could easily stave off Sean, and even his oldest son, Liam, technically Dylan’s clan leader now, but Andrea was a different matter.Īndrea was a half-Fae, half-wolf Shifter, and when she looked at Dylan with her clear gray eyes, he felt her power, the deep magic of her Fae ancestry. “Do you want me to talk to him?”ĭylan quickly threw the last of his things together. You know better than most he does what he damn well pleases.”Īndrea broke in. “You heard me.” Glory’s heels clicked as she moved across the room below. They’ll be at their own Yule celebrations.” “He’s heading to New Orleans.” Glory spoke steadily, but Dylan heard the effort that took. “Not coming?” Andrea, Dylan’s daughter-in-law, asked in surprise. Dylan rarely relied on weapons, as his Shifter cat was a better weapon than anything forged, but sometimes the enemies he faced fought dirty, and he didn’t always have time to shift. He stashed small knives and other sharp objects into his backpack among his clothes. One day, Dylan knew, she might keep walking and not come back. Glory had simply stalked off, every gorgeous inch of her tight with fury. Dylan had answered more quietly but just as adamantly. He heard her simmering rage from their hours-long argument they’d had in the back yard, Glory letting forth at the top of her voice. Glory’s voice floated up the stairs from the kitchen to the bedroom where Dylan packed the few belongings he’d need.
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