Sascha. Kai’s hand kept returning to his chest, over the place where the soul piece resided. He found himself strangely impatient for the human to wake. He’d never been that way before—it was usually a relief when his bargains slept, their demands on hold for a number of hours. But he found himself returning to the bedroom and pulling up a chair. Watching. Waiting. He told himself it was for Sascha’s protection—Kai didn’t yet know who the pup’s enemies were. It was best to stick close, so as not to muck up the contract. Yes, that was the reason for his vigilance. Nothing more.
