Page 78 of Leashed

He sat up and stared at the floor.

Fate, I guess.

Fate.

It wasn’t fate.

It was one of the Fates.

And he knew exactly which one it was.

Fuck. That.

Righting the recliner, he scanned the messy apartment, deciding to tackle the kitchen first.

Seph was due for a visit any day, and the place needed to be sparkling to keep her happy.

Switching the television to a music channel, he cranked the volume and got to work, organizing and scrubbing every inch of the place until he rivaled Ryan’s immaculate housekeeping. The hours passed quickly, his mind digging through every story and whispered rumor he’d heard over the centuries and cataloguing them as he mentally prepared for any outcome the next few days or weeks could bring.

Once he was as scrubbed down as the apartment, he turned on the coffeemaker and sat at the kitchen table to wait for his chance.

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