He’d placed himself between the man and Autumn, a feeling of unease creeping up his spine at the unexpected visit. Autumn hadn’t mentioned anything about knowing the sorcerer, yet he’d greeted her with a familiarity that Gabriel found set his teeth on edge. The sorcerer might have helped the pack, might be close to Aislinn, but that didn’t mean Gabriel trusted him completely. “I’m not here to hurt her.” The sorcerer scowled. “Can we sit down so we can talk? Or are you going to stand there like a guard dog all night?” “Fine,” Gabriel bit out, motioning to the living room. “Make yourself at home.” After the sorcerer settled into a chair, Gabriel ushered Autumn into the room, settling her onto the sofa next to him. He didn’t like being blindsided by this visit and wondered if Autumn knew anything about it. She hadn’t seemed surprised when the sorcerer had rung the bell. That alone was surprising, as the man usually just popped up wherever he pleased. “Has Autumn told you why I’m here?”
