Which made him crazy. “Hey, man. I think the little guy would appreciate being able to breathe a little better.” Shit. Race immediately loosened the arms around Arin, who stared up at him with wide eyes. If the kid could talk, he’d definitely be telling Race to get a grip. Just not around him. “So you’re versipellis.” Justin sat across from him, the baby in his arms asleep. “Haven’t had too many here.” “And what exactly is this place?” Race decided if he couldn’t be with Mara, he’d at least get some answers. “Sanctuary,” Justin said. “For those Etruscans who need it.” “Are they in danger?” “Some have been, yes. Some just find it easier to live here. Away from people who might not be as…tolerant of what they are.” “And what are you?” Justin smiled. “Just a guy in love with a girl who has wings.” Race figured there was a little more to the story but didn’t pursue it. Instead he forced himself to tend to Arin, get the kid out of the bulky snowsuit so he could at least have some range of motion.
