Wade hefted the fae onto one shoulder as if he weighed nothing. “What are you going to do?” “Find us a way out.” “What about when the police get here? What do we tell them?” “Tell them you ran for cover and didn’t see anything.” It was a lie, but one they had to stick with. People didn’t believe in gods anymore, and Wade’s status as a dragon wasn’t something the police as a whole needed to know about. His part of the fight in Paris was still making the rounds on social media in recorded videos, but his identity had been something Patrick had fiercely fought to keep out of the public domain.
