Irina
“This place smells like a reptile’s asshole,” Alec said, tapping away at his keyboard in the dimly lit room.
“How would you know what a reptile's asshole smells like?” Quinn grumbled.
He was mad we were here. Well, not we, me. Quinn would have come to my brother and Avery’s aid in a heartbeat, but he’d have left me at home. That wasn’t an option, even if we had to take pee breaks every ten minutes because his twin spawn were using my bladder as a trampoline.
“Oh, he knows,” I said.
Alec’s head popped up from the screen, a question on his face, and then he smiled. “Oh yeah, Bangkok. That hybrid was crazy.” He chuckled.
“Can we stay on task?” Quinn asked, his jaw clenched tight enough to chip a tooth.
Zena laid a hand on my mate's arm, and he visibly relaxed. I suspect her magic
