Willow
DOMINIK IS HOLDING MY HAND AS WE MAKE OUR WAY DOWN TO THE holding cell. Otaktay, Javier, and Lars are waiting there too. Someone's given Shane a spare set of pants and a t-shirt, and he paces barefoot in the room. At least, he does until we come near.
Even though he can't see us behind the two-way mirror, his nostrils flare like he's picking up the scent.
Dominik and the guys each exchange one of those hugs that involves a lot of solid back-clapping. I catch Dominik flinch a little as Lars's massive hand comes down on his shoulder.
"Hey," I protest. "He's still injured. Be careful."
"It's not enough to be luna, you want to be his bodyguard too?"
Lars is obviously teasing, but I scowl at him anyway. "She's saved my life twice over," Dominik says, eyes resting on me. "More like my guardian angel than my bodyguard."
Javier cackles. "Think you might have some brain damage after all, boss."
