Page 84 of Short, Lethal & Claimed

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Tomas said, grabbing the second sawhorse and set it up.

“Any updates?” Logan asked, needing a distraction.

“They raided the building an hour ago,” Tomas said with a bored sigh as he took in the large room that Logan had turned into a workroom.

“They find anything?” Logan asked, grabbing the closet door and placed it across the sawhorses.

“Just some really pissed-off humans that threatened to call the police if they didn’t keep the noise down,” Tomas drawled. “By the time they reached the penthouse, your scent had been completely destroyed by the scents of body odor, cheap cologne, sex, alcohol, and about a hundred other things that I’d rather not think about.”

At Logan’s questioning look, Tomas said, “I rented the penthouse to a frat house for the night so that they could throw a party.”

“That works,” Logan said, chuckling as he debated putting new hinges on the door and putting it back up only to decide to refinish it first. “What else?” he murmured absently as a chime alerted him to a text message.

He pulled out his phone and-

Well done, asshole.

-felt his lips twitch when he saw the message Kale sent him, letting him know that he saw the penthouse.

“It looks like they’re renovating the brownstone,” Tomas said, grabbing his attention. “They started replacing the windows and doors last night.”

“They’re settling in for the long haul,” Logan said, nodding absently as he sorted through the tools covering the workbench and grabbed a scraper.

“Looks like it,” Tomas said, watching him curiously as he leaned back against the wall. “They’ve raised the bounty on your head.”

“How much?” Logan asked, examining the scraper in his hand as he made his way to the door.

“Ten million.”

“And the children?” Logan asked, placing the metal edge of the scraper flat against the door and slowly pushed, taking several layers of paint off in the process.

“Twenty million,” Tomas said, only to hesitate before adding, “on Shane.”

“They’re getting desperate,” Logan said, pulling the scraper back before pushing it over the door, losing himself in the familiar move as he thought about his next move.

“Yes, they are,” Tomas murmured, sounding lost in thought.

“Contact the Callish and Aillack Packs and offer them a million dollars a month to make sure that no one gets past the Sentinels,” Logan said, knowing that it was a risk involving shifters to protect the children.

“What if they ask questions?” Tomas asked as Logan watched the paint peel off in one long ribbon.

“Double it,” Logan said, leaning down and blew the paint chips off the door.

“That should do it,” Tomas said, pulling out his phone and began swiping through his contacts. “Anything else?”

“Let them know that if anyone gets past the Sentinels, they’ll have their fucking throats ripped out,” Logan said, moving to stand up and-

Nearly fucking dropped to his knees when excruciating pain suddenly tore through his right arm.

“What the hell are you doing?”came the curious question that managed to scare the hell out of her!

Pressing a hand against her chest, Jill glanced over her shoulder to find Shane frowning down at her. “Besides wondering why you’re trying to scare the hell out of me?”

“Besides that,” Shane said, shrugging it off as he gestured to the locked door that she was currently trying to find a way to break into. “What are you doing?”

“Putting my questionable skills to good use,” Jill said as she shifted her attention back to the lock that refused to cooperate.

“What’s behind the door?” Shane asked as he knelt down next to her to get a better look at what she was doing.

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