“Where are we going?” It came out shaky as hell. “I have my own place. I don't usually stay at the pack house.” Ian shrugged, jostling me. “Matt calls it my fortress of solitude.” “Yeah, because Superman's exactly what I think of when I think of you.” I gave that a moment's actual thought. “On the other hand, you have more muscles than brains and constantly fuck things up, so maybe it's not the worst comparison.”
