Page 87 of Scatter the Bones

“Banana pancakes are waiting,” Murphy adds.

Ignoring him, Rock turns toward Wrath. “You want to start?”

Wrath’s gaze lands on me for some reason. “Jiggy actually has the most interesting news.”

All eyes land on me.

I do?

“But I’ll go first,” Wrath continues. “Things went smoothly yesterday. No issues at the funeral. Ulfric appreciated the support.” He glances at Dex. “I hear you had some problems at CB?”

Dex leans forward, clasping his hands on the table. “Eh, it was annoying but understandable. Ulfric took care of it.”

“Wait, what was it?” Birch asks.

Dex rolls his eyes and blows out an irritated breath. “Some of Ulfric’s guys assumed the after-after-party at CB meant just because the drinks and food were comped, they didn’t have totip any of the dancers. Ulfric took care of it, but it was awkward for?—”

“Yeah, no,” Z cuts in. “You’re being too generous. Whole world knows—even if everything else is on the house, you still tip the girls at a strip club.”

“You’re telling me Ulfric got jacked up for the funeral and the after-parties?” Grinder scoffs, shaking his head. “And he ain’t even prez anymore.”

“We footed the bill for the food and drinks at Remy’s place,” Wrath points out, folding his arms over his chest.

“Goodwill gesture,” Rock says. “And hopefully afinalfarewell.”

“Amen to that,” Wrath mutters, then nods to Teller. “Did Charlotte’s uncle vacate the area?”

“Thank fuck, yes,” Teller confirms. “Made some noise about wanting to meet the twins, which would’ve been a hell no from Charlotte. But then he ended up dipping early. Called from the road and said ‘next time.’”

“Good riddance,” Murphy grumbles.

“Exactly.”

“He was theworstoffender with the non-tipping,” Dex says.

Teller points to his blank expression, one eyebrow raised just slightly. “This is my shocked face,” he says, voice dry as dust. “He’s always been a piece of shit.”

Dex snorts. “Well, Rav and Butcher are staying at the other clubhouse until all the Wolf Knights are gone.”

“Good call,” Rock says, then he focuses on me. “Let’s hear your news.”

Fuck me sideways, why am I getting so much damn attention lately? “Uh, Hudson approached me at the funeral.” I sit forward, resting my elbows on the table. “He’s interested in possibly patching over. Stitching a skull and crown on his back.”

Rock stares at me.

Teller scowls.

No one at that end of the table seems receptive to this news.

I glance at the other end. Z gives me a wide-eyed,pleasecontinuelook.

“He says Wolf Knights are probably disbanding. Not enough guys in their other charters. He wants to move home anyway. His family’s here.” I try to give only the facts that Hudson relayed to me. There’ll be time to offer my opinions later. “Said he always liked our club and the way we run things. Didn’t have a problem with prospecting again. Already knows he’ll have to get rid of his Wolf Knight ink and has a plan for it.”

Did I cover everything?

“Interesting.” Rock glances at Teller. “Thoughts?”

“Oh.” I raise my hand to get Rock’s attention before Teller shoots this down. “He says he’s got approval from his current prez.”

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