His Clan leaders were standing in the living room with several other of the Clan members. Cat looked at him with a startled expression, which quickly turned to worry when she saw the look on their Second’s face. “What is wrong,” Cat said quickly, after she excused herself. “I need to talk to Orfeo,” Bane said stiffly—talking to Cat about this would be weird. “No, you need to talk to all of us. Tripp, Orfeo, office now,” Cat called and pulled his arm, trying to drag him into the office. When he stood still and she had to keep tugging, she stopped, turned, and stomped her foot. “Knock it off, and come with me.” Bane rolled his eyes and allowed her to pull him to the office. Once they were all inside, Bane knew if he could blush, he would right now. This was awkward. “Sire, Frederica and Marshall are here, and settled into the villa,” he started and his leaders looked at him with interest. “ANNNNNNDDDDD,” Cat said, motioning with her hand trying to get him to elaborate.
