“Part of the job. We lie, we deceive, we protect their ignorance at any cost,” Wyatt replied, then turned back and walked over to his car.
“Wait, we?”
“You didn’t think it was just the two of us, did you?”
“Come on, man, you’ve got to give me something more than half-answers and rhetorical questions!” I exclaimed, and caught him by his arm. The muscles beneath the soft fabric of his jacket were rock hard, and I found it hard to let go, even when he stopped and turned around to face me again. “Obviously, I have no idea what I am, what you are, or why there was a gargoyle out in the middle of the freaking city, hunting for dinner! You’re the first person I’ve met who can do… stuff.”
He breathed out, his shoulders dropping, and looked at me for a while, then swiped through his phone.
“Wh
