“We are.”
“Glad to hear it. Want us to keep an ear out for anyone who might alert the councils about your less-than-legal relationship?”
I hadn’t considered that, and I mentally kick myself for it. But not because I’m worried about their wrath for Bronywyn and me breaking The Accords. No, I want to know every move those fuckers make. Still, keeping Brad out of the fact that we launched an assault on them a week ago is probably for the best. “Go ahead. I’m guessing the councils have a lot more going on, given that they’re still rebuilding after Lucy. Still, if you hear something—”
“We’ll let you know,” he interrupts. “Already have someone keeping an eye out since Steven over here has a taste for the humans.”
“Hey! I’ve been with Mollie for damn near half a decade. You act like I’m a whore.”
“You are a whore. Even given your standing relationship.”
The easy banter continues, but I tune it out as I consider the ramifications for the relationship I have with Bronywyn. Elijah and Rainey managed to stay under the radar long enough for him to no longer be a vampire, but ingesting the cure was never part of the plan, and it damn near killed him.
So that’s off the table for me.
And as far as Delaney and Cole go? I’m honestly not even sure the council knows what to do with them. Seeing as how she was born a hunter, died, then came back a witch—that’s probably a bit over their pay grade to deal with.
But Bronywyn and me—we’re already on their radar.
“You good, boss?” Brad questions, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I am. You guys can get out there tonight and find this bastard?”
“We will. Soon as the sun goes down.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course. We’d do anything for Winnie,” Steven says with a laugh. “The world would be far too dark without her French toast.”
Chuckling, I shake my head. There have been more than a few mornings that she’s come up here and made breakfast for my team after a particularly rough night cleaning up messes. And as Steven mentioned, she feeds anyone who works security at the clinic.
“Great.”
“Your girl is good now?”
“What do you mean?” I ask Brad.
He and the other three men exchange concerned glances. “You may not have come right out and told us, but we heard about it. Rumors of a dark witch spread quickly.”
I should have expected this. Hell, I should have been the one to tell him. “She’s good now. We got it out of her.”
Brad lets out a breath. “Good.”
“We’ve been pulling for you, boss,” Lance says as he raises his glass still half-full of dark crimson.
“I appreciate that.”
The foyer door opens, and Elijah steps in. As soon as he sees the four vampires, he grins.
“Hey, assholes. Long time.”
“You deserted us for your hunter,” Brad replies, feigning sadness as he presses a fist to his heart. “We’re all pretty broken up about it.”
“Though we do appreciate the extra work,” Lance says.
“Anything for you fuckers.” Elijah slides onto the stool beside Lance. “Coffee?”
“Sure.” I turn and grab a fresh filter for the coffee pot then fill the basket with grounds and flip it on. “You’re out and about nice and early.”