Page 9 of How to Hide Your Angel Kid

“He wants a mate,” Raptor said. “Stealing a baby won’t put him in anyone’s good graces.”

Pinks shut his mouth, meeting Wren’s eyes.

“I’ll check in with you,” Wren said quietly. “When, uh, when you get a new phone.”

“Steal Galent’s phone,” Raptor said. “But I guess you can’t hold it up to his rock-hard face to unlock it.”

“There’s a window of time when he freezes, before he turns into stone,” Ace replied thoughtfully, as though discussions of theft were absolutely okay. “Grab his phone at that instant, wave it in front of his frozen face, and you’re in.”

“I can’t believe you guys,” Pinks blurted.

“I’ll get you a new phone,” Fang said. “Try not to destroy it again.”

They waited around awkwardly, Pinks itching to retreat into his safehouse and lock it up before they could shove Galent in there with him. But he didn’t own the safehouse—his rescuers did. He was living there because of their generosity.

He discreetly took a few steps back. Except the gray faded from Galent’s face, and Galent twitched.

“Damn it,” Galent growled. “Not again.”

“Did you hear what we discussed? You’ll be living with Pinks for the foreseeable future,” Fang said. “You can’t roam the streets until we’re sure you won’t turn into stone where literally anyone can capture or destroy you. No flying, either.”

Galent narrowed his eyes. Then the cogs of his mind turned, and he glanced at Pinks’ bright pink hair. “Pinks,” he rumbled. “That’s your name.”

Pinks bit down his cursing. “I’m not welcoming you into the safehouse.”

Galent licked his lips. “That’s fine. I enjoy a challenge. Especially when you’re the prize.”

“You just want my baby,” Pinks muttered.

“Why aim for one, when I could have both? A babyanda mate?” Aqua eyes pierced him. “Or maybe even a second child?”

Pinks gawked at the giant’s sheer audacity. “What the actual hell?”

“You should stick together,” Fang said suddenly. “We ran into two groups of kidnappers on our way here. This house may come with several security measures, but we should err on the side of caution. Galent, you’ll stay here with Pinks.”

Galent’s mouth curved.

Pinks looked at Wren, who nodded apologetically, then nodded again more firmly. How could he betray Pinks?!

“Fang is right. We were outnumbered, earlier.” Wren winced. “You weren’t there, Pinks. There were thirty men in each group. Things seem to be getting worse. Actually, I would like to secure this place with a few barrier spells. Fang?”

Fang left with him to retrieve some supplies.

“Or you could come with me to my home instead,” Galent said to Pinks. “I have a big... bed.”

Pinks rolled his eyes. “No, thanks.”

He retreated into the house, leaving the back door unlocked because there wasn’t any point in making things difficult for everyone. He locked himself into his bedroom with Zarrie, who raised her arms, asking to be carried.

“Damn it,” Pinks sighed, scooping her into his arms. “What are we going to do? I can’t risk him finding out what you are.”

She smiled toothily and patted his face with her little hands. This usually calmed him, except his insides were twisted up with worry right now. Pinks sat with Zarrie on the double bed and rocked her in his arms, singing her a song he knew by heart.

“Sing little wolfie, sing to the moon

Daddy’s right here and we’ll go to bed soon

Tonight’s not the night to run out and play

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