Where Ava goes, I go.” Gabe stalks forward, but the effect of his ultimatum is somewhat diminished by the involuntary moan that slips out when Hayes claps a hand down, collaring the healing bite on the back of his neck. With a smile, Hayes hauls him back until he’s sandwiched between us once again. A pack ready to burn everything down, and a bunch of mercenaries who’ve never let a little client desperation stand in the way of making a buck. This should be fun.
