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Jono noticed and gave Patrick a lazy smile. “All right. You can join me if you want.” “Not interested,” Patrick said, lying through his teeth. If anything, Jono’s smile got wider. “Keep telling yourself that, love.”
“You’re not helping, Jono.” “You nearly got your head blown off by that fucker and you didn’t even fight him. You and your suicidal tendencies can sod off with me letting you go,” Jono retorted.
“Is it too late to eat my gun?” Patrick asked no one in particular. Nadine kicked him in the ankle. “Have you been talking to your therapist?” “Have you?” “Bloody hell,” Jono muttered under his breath.
Ethan wasn’t a god, but he could almost wield power like one when needed. All Patrick had was a gods-gifted dagger and a stubbornness that had been a thorn in everyone’s side since he was a child.
“Are you going to monologue at me?” Patrick asked incredulously. “I don’t got time for that bullshit.”
Hades pulled the trigger, and Patrick knew there was no escaping that bullet. Halfway between them, the bullet transformed into flower petals, the delicate plants ripped apart by the wind. Patrick’s breath caught in his throat, and all he smelled was spring. “No,” Persephone said as she stepped out of the veil to stand between Patrick and Hades. “He will not.” A hand wrapped around his other wrist, and Patrick’s attention jerked to where Hermes stood behind him, a grim smile on the immortal’s face. “This is certainly one way to stop running, Pattycakes.”
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And a son who didn’t know how to fucking lie down and die.
“I’ll be your weapon if you’ll be my pack,” Jono whispered against his lips, echoing Patrick’s thoughts.
“I’ve spent the past thirteen years without a pack. No one is taking you away from me,” Jono growled. “I don’t know anything about how to be pack.” “Neither do I. We’ll figure it out.”
Patrick sat back on his stool, then reached around a hunched-over and laughing Sage to smack Marek upside the head. “Ow!” Marek exclaimed in a faux wounded voice. “What was that for?” “Every time you wouldn’t stay put the other week and I couldn’t throttle you.”
Having the only member of his pack away had left Jono snappish and irritable, to the point Emma had sent him home early from the bar a few nights over the last week.
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Pack, Jono thought as Patrick reached for him, drawing him down into a lingering kiss. Home.
