Page 242 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

The door was unlocked. Gran and two men sat at the kitchen table. Both men were the kind that could be passed in the street without a second glance, but they had on expensive watches and shoes. Yeah, he’d steal their wallets.

“Bailey Fisher, you’ve decided to join us.” The older of the men indicated to a seat. Had Bailey’s father been one of the protection men?

“I had things to do.” He didn’t need to tell them anything.

Gran shot him a glare and got up. “They have decided that you’re old enough to sit at the table on your own.”

Bailey’s heart bounced hard and high in his throat.

She brushed past him and locked the front door, then as she came back, she put her hand on his shoulder. “I can’t protect you anymore.”

Had she ever?

“Sit,” said the older man with the gold watch and the scarred knuckles.

Bailey drew the chair out. The younger man stood with a gleam in his eyes and a sneer beneath his crooked nose.

He didn’t bother sitting.

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