He had warned him and Derek Jackson of the trap to kill both semels. He was a hero, he had risked his life, and everyone was treating him as such. I had been jealous because I loved my mate desperately, so when he had told me that Danny, my cousin, had come home with him, I had been unsure. The following morning, I understood everything. I had woken to find Logan gone and Crane wrapped around me. Lifting my head, I shifted and smiled at him. “I’ll take a shower. You take one, ’cause you stink, and come down and eat with me.” His shift took longer, but he did it, for me, so we could talk. I waited while his muscles elongated and reformed, twisted and pulled, and the feline gave way to the man. “I wrecked the room,” he said quietly. “We’ll fix it.” He cleared his throat. “I can’t go back to that apartment in Vegas, Jin, I—” “It’s gone, honey,” I told him gently and waited while understanding sank in.
