I feel comfortable around werewolves. They’re kind of like my people even when they’re assholes. So I tipped back my beer and settled in beside him as we watched the show currently playing in Ether. “Donovan’s saying something about how much he respects Marcus and how happy he is to have him back.” Trent gestured to the two men pretty much everyone in the club was watching. Marcus had apparently tracked the king down to the club level of Ether. Donovan had been talking to a couple of shifters when Marcus had approached him. It had quickly dissolved into some seriously angry dinner theater. “Yeah, well, Marcus isn’t having it,” I pointed out as Marcus began speaking rapidly. His hand jabbed at the air. He had the general look of a man who wasn’t going to take it anymore. For the most part, Marcus is a private man. It was only after I became his lover that he allowed me to see the range of his emotions.
