“The fucking press. A few reporters were waiting outside the bar when I left, and there were some near the flat. The gargoyles were keeping those ones at bay.” “At least those stone rats are good for something.” Jono quirked a tired smile at him. “Be nice, love.” “They’re messy. They leave pigeon feathers everywhere and try to steal my coffee when I leave for work. They don’t even do that to Wade.” “They know Wade wouldn’t stand for it.”
