Sasha’s voice became distinguishable the moment Nathan and Jim exited the hotel’s main door, even from all the way around the back of the building. Sasha didn’t notice them at first when they joined him behind the hotel. He was half facing the wall and half facing away from them at the fields beyond the town, but his body language was as telling as his tone—shoulders tight, free hand clenched, the quick shuffling pace of his feet.
“No, I’m not!” Sasha yelled into his phone, revealing a touch of the growl Nathan had heard when they saw Sasha in his incubus form. “Because it’s not the same, Shi! You know it isn’t! This isn’t fair!”
Sasha paused only to listen to the voice on the other end of the line. When he spoke again, his own voice had lowered a few decibels, but not by much.