Ethan leaned backward, glancing between them. “Anyway, I’m his partner—hello, again—yes, me, the one who breathed life into your lifeless body.” He gave a sarcastic, little wave. “Peter happens to captain a fishing rig, and you happened to swim into his net. And by the good grace of Hecate, he happens to have a witch for a spouse. So, let’s all take a breath and be thankful to know one another.”
