Chapter 59

“I forgot that Pierre was three hundred and forty-six years of age. He met Meg when he was younger than both of us, and they have lived long and happy lives. He’d never retire, but acting as a butler cum manservant and driver would be the perfect job for an aging Pierre. And he would still be near the action and able to advise Frankie on all things loup garou. I think it could work.” Henri walked up the stairs and stood in front of his suite. “I’m going to be completely selfish and go to bed with my Mate.” Henri yawned.

“That’s why I called Frankie, so you could do just that.” Julien laughed. Henri heard the tinkle of ice.

“Enjoy your nightcap, say goodnight to Richard. You’re newly mated, too. Get thee to bed,” Henri teased.

“Richard and I just finished our drinks, and that’s exactly where we’re headed. We have to work in the morning. Someone needs to hold the fort at Garou while the rest of you tilt at the Russians. Goodnight, Henri.”

“Tell Richard I said, goodnight.”