Chapter 100

When we were several feet away and moving toward the brothel's rear, I muttered, "Why pay him?"

"He's just doing his job."

"I wouldn't have paid him."

"He has a family. There was a photo of them behind the bar. Four more mouths to feed."

"You felt sorry for him."

He took my elbow as he glanced down at me. "I saw you in him. He's human. Like you, he didn't ask to be a part of this."

"Oh," I muttered. "You have a real talent for changing my mind."

"Same goes for me." He took my hand and weaved his fingers though mine. "Stay close."

I pressed a smile into my fur collar, my blood singing at his thoughtfulness, both toward me and the barkeep. Before I'd met him, I'd never given much thought to what Thomas, or any alpha, would be like. He was compassionate while at the same time scary as hell. A rare mix but excellent qualities to have in a leader.

Unlike the town hall in Margin, the upstairs here was deadly quiet and forked right and straight ahead.