This week’s #teasertuesday is from Family and Reflection, book 3 of The Sleepless City series I wrote with Elizabeth Noble.
A loud knock sounded at the front door.
“Now what?” Lucas muttered.
Boggs materialized in front of them. He looked annoyed. “There are two gentlemen at the door,” he said. “I don’t know who exactly they are, but I heard them talking before they knocked. They’re from the council.”
“I already apologized about that weird stuff in the garbage,” Lucas said.
“Not that council.” Boggs rolled his eyes. “The other one.”
“The Supernatural Council?” Declan was on his feet immediately. “Did you hear what they wanted?”
“I didn’t wait around to find out. I figured you’d appreciate some advance warning instead.” Boggs liked the Supernatural Council about as much as they all did.
Declan turned to Lucas. “I’ll deal with this. You’ve had enough of werewolf politics for one day.” The council was supposed to be equally ruled by werewolves, vampires, and humans, but the reality was somewhat different. When Jacob Coate said something, the rest of the council tended to listen, despite the bitching that went on about it afterward.
That was one thing he hadn’t missed while away from Boggslake, although in fairness the Supernatural Council in Paris wasn’t much better. He swore they were all cut from the same cloth. Jonas had said once that he could imagine them filling in their application forms when they’d joined up. “Bigot.” Check the box. “Asshole.” Another checked box.
It was almost a shame it wasn’t as simple as that. Hundreds of years of tradition and rules passed on to each new generation. Joy.
By the time Declan reached the door, Boggs had made himself scarce again. If he had any sense, he’d stay in the kitchen with Lucas, especially as there was a fair chance the council’s errand boys would be able to see him. The Supernatural Council didn’t appear to know Boggs existed, and it was better it stayed that way.
“Can I help you, gentlemen?” Declan said politely after he opened the door.
A couple of werewolves. Wonderful. He didn’t recognize either of them, but that wasn’t unexpected. Neither looked that old. They’d probably both been in diapers the last time Declan had had any direct contact with the council.
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