Baxian, still by the door, huffed a laugh.
Hunt turned toward him, lightning at the ready. “You got nothing better to do with your time than follow me around?”
“It seemed like you had an emergency,” Baxian retorted. “I figured you might need backup. Especially considering where you were this morning.” A slash of a smile. “I worried something had followed you back across the Istros.”
Hunt clenched his jaw hard enough to hurt. “What about Isaiah?”
“You mean his pathetic distraction attempt?” Baxian snorted.
Before Hunt could reply, Ithan asked the Helhound, “You know Sabine?”
Baxian’s face darkened. “In passing.” From the way Sabine had acted, there was definitely more to it than that.
But Bryce suddenly asked Ithan, “Mordoc is … was … He’s Danika’s father?”
Ithan gazed at his feet. “Yeah.”
“As in, the male who sired her. Like, gave her his genetic material.”
Ithan’s eyes blazed. “Yeah.”
“And no one thought to fucking tell me?”
“I only knew because he visited the Den once, a year before we met you. She got her bloodhound gift from him. It was her secret to keep, but now that she’s gone—”
“Why wouldn’t she tell me?” Bryce rubbed at her chest. Hunt took her hand. Brushed his thumb over her knuckles.
“Would you want that asshole for a father?” Hunt asked.
“I have an asshole father already,” Bryce said, and Ruhn grunted his agreement. “I’d have understood.” Hunt squeezed her hand in gentle reassurance.
“I don’t know why she didn’t say anything to you.” Ithan dropped onto the couch and ran his hands through his hair. “Danika would have become my Alpha one day, and Sabine ruler of us all, so if they wanted it kept quiet, I had no choice.” Until Sabine had exiled him, freeing Ithan from those restrictions.
“Would you have taken Sabine down just now?” Tharion asked.
“I might have tried,” Ithan admitted.
Hunt whistled. But it was Baxian who said, “You wouldn’t have won tonight.”
Ithan growled, “Did I ask for your opinion, dog?”
Hunt glanced between them. Interesting, that Ithan saw him as a dog, not an angel. His animal form took precedence for another shifter, apparently.
Baxian growled right back. “I said you wouldn’t have won tonight. But another day, give yourself a few more years, pup, and maybe.”
“And you’re an expert in such things?”
Ithan was still itching for a fight. Perhaps Baxian was about to give him one, sensing his need for it. Baxian’s wings tucked in. Definitely primed for a fight.
Bryce massaged her temples. “Go to the gym or the roof if you’re going to brawl. Please. I can’t afford to lose any more furniture.” She scowled at Ithan at that.
Hunt snickered. “We’ll get through the mourning process together, Quinlan. Have a proper send-off for the coffee table. Holstrom should give the eulogy, since he broke it.”
His phone buzzed, and he checked it to find Isaiah’s message. All ok?
He wrote back, Yeah. You?
She’s upset you left. Didn’t say anything, but I can tell. Baxian bailed, too.
Fuck. He replied, Tell her it was an emergency and that Baxian needed to help me.
He trailed you?
Just busting my balls, Hunt lied.
All right. Be careful.
Ithan said to Ruhn, “I’m accepting your offer.”
Hunt’s brows twitched toward each other. Bryce asked, “What offer?”
Ruhn sized her up before saying, “To come live with me and the guys. Because of your thin-ass walls.”
Tharion said with mock outrage, “I had dibs on the pup as my friend.”
“Sorry for sexiling you, Ithan,” Bryce muttered. Hunt laughed, but Ithan didn’t. He didn’t look at Bryce at all. Weird.
Ruhn said to Ithan, “All right. You fighting that asshole first, or can we go?” He nodded to Baxian.
Hunt kept perfectly still. Ready to either intervene or referee.
Ithan surveyed the angel with that athletic precision and focus. Baxian only smiled at him in invitation. How many times had Hunt seen that expression on the Helhound’s face before he ripped into someone?
But Ithan wisely shook his head. “Another time.”
Three minutes later, Ithan was stepping into the hallway with Ruhn and Tharion, who had to go report to his queen once more.
“Ithan,” Bryce said before he could leave. From the kitchen, Hunt watched her take a step into the hall, then halt, as if catching herself. “We made a good team.”