“I don’t know how much help I’d be if he attacked us again…” said Bluebell.
“There’s a chance that Connell isn’t aware of Yuli and I being fledglings, but I’m not yet sure how we can use that to our advantage.” Cat’s jaw was tight, his small canines bared slightly.
“He might not know about your partnership with us, either,” Grant said. “But it won’t be long before he finds the paper trail.”
Cat nodded. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”
Grant laughed. “Look, this is more important than livestock checks, right Isra?” Isra looked like she wished it wasn’t. “You’ll have our resources and our money. Use them to put a stop to this before he hurts more people. That man doesn’t deserve to even look at a binding hoop.”
“I’ll do everything I can. In the meantime, I think it would be safest if we moved Kirk and Phoebe to another location.”
“Julia and I already talked about it,” Grant said. “They can stay at my ranch. Llamrei and I will be able to protect them.”
“Would either of them agree to that? Kirk is, well...”
“I think he’s warming up to my husband, apparently they play the same video game.” Grant shrugged. “We’ll help him get back on his feet.”
The sound of water lessened abruptly. Cat hadn’t even noticed that someone was taking a shower upstairs. It had combined with the patter of rain, filling the air with white noise. It wasn’t long before his ears perked towards creaking stairs.
“Then there’s just the matter of Phoebe and Silver,” Asmeret said. But as they spoke, Phoebe appeared, wiping her ears off with a towel.
“Actually, I-” she took in the sight of the menagerie in front of her, “I want to join Quill.”