While Adara slept on the bed - having eventually succumbed to exhaustion - and Titus under it as dawn crested - which caused no end of amusement for Logan - he made a call to his beta in the living room.
"If it isn't the asshole," Kevin answered with all the genteel manners of a dog with heavy balls who smelled a bitch in heat. "Where the fuck are you now? We need you."
"Why? What happened?"
"Nothing except that demon dude showed up just before dawn and was beyond pissy when you weren't here."
"Too fucking bad for him."
"That's what I said, and then the fucker tried to break my jaw."
Logan repeated, "Tried?"
"I ducked. And before he could swing again, the boys might have shown him what a bad idea that was."
"You attacked him?"
"More like restrained him. Only took eight of us."
Eight? How fucking strong was he?" Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. "That might not have been wise."