Blake had asked me to review the inner defense route with him while I had Lily with Eli for the moment.
I was standing over the central map table with a stack of guard notes in my hand, when Blake came in from the side hall carrying a narrower route chart and looking way too calm for somebody who had spent the last few days getting side-eyed by half the pack.
He dropped the chart onto the table and said, “You got a minute, or are you still pretending you can do five jobs at once without any help?”
I gave him an arched brow because that was Blake’s version of a hello. “I’ve got a minute,”
“but if this is another one of your dramatic little check-ins, I am not in the mood.”
