Page 32 of Death Warden
Shit. I push past him and head out the door.
* * *
ADI
“Fin? Finley?” I turned him over so that his head was in my lap and brushed wavy dark locks off his forehead, fingers catching on a thick white section of hair. It was like the white patch on his belly in cat form.
Cat form.
Shit, he’d never shifted before. I hadn’t even known he could, but here he was, a man.
A naked…No, do not look! This was Fin, dammit. My buddy, my companion.
I patted his cheek. “Fin, wake up. Fin!”
He didn’t stir, but his inky lashes moved slightly as his eyes shifted beneath his lids, back and forth. He was dreaming. I touched his cheek, traced his defined, hard jawline. He had a feline look about him even in this form. A slight curl to the corner of his mouth and slanted eyes and brows.
The door burst open behind me. “What the hell?”
Curo rushed into the room and stood over us. “Who’s the naked man, Adi?”
“He’s not a man, at least he wasn’t earlier. It’s Finley, my cat-sith.”
“Shit.” Curo crouched. “He doesn’t smell shifter.”
“He isn’t. I mean, he’s never shifted. Just help me get him to the bed, will you?”
I liked how he didn’t question me further, simply helped me get Finley onto the bed and cover him up.
I stood, hands on hips, staring at the strange man in my bed. “I don’t know what’s happened. I don’t understand.”
“I know someone who might.” Curo pulled his phone from his pocket and walked off toward the window. “Logan, yeah. I know. But you’re needed. There’s an issue with Adi. Yeah, well, Chrissy can fuck off, she knows the score.” A sigh. “I know, but you can do better, and you know that too.” A pause. “Just get here.”
“Why did you call Logan?”
“Because he’s our resident expert when it comes to this stuff.”
I sat by Fin’s hip. “His breathing is too shallow.”
“Maybe that’s normal for a cat-sith in male form,” Curo pointed out.
He had a point. I looked across at him to find his attention on the door.
He frowned and strode toward it. “I’ll be right back.”
I turned my focus back to Fin. “Come on, buddy. Wake up for me. Please.” I couldn’t do this without him, any of it. I needed him to be okay.
* * *
LOGAN
“Why do we have to go back?” Chrissy pouts.
I stifle a pang of annoyance. “Wedon’t have to do anything.Ido. You can stay and finish your meal.”
“Alone?” She presses a hand to her chest in horror. “You want me to stay here alone?”
Here being a fancy restaurant with a fifty-dollar-a-plate minimum. “Yes. It’s perfectly safe, and you have your car.”
