Daniel looked around. “Matthias?”
“Hmmm…?” Matthias glanced over his shoulder.
“I’m leaving you for Ted’s kitchen.”
“What?” Matthias blinked.
“You really can’t blame him.” Magda chuckled as she looked around, then she turned toward Ted. “You have a lovely home.”
“Thank you.” Ted smiled. “There are two guest bedrooms. One has its own bathroom. Anna may be more comfortable in that one, considering her condition.”
“Ted uh…” Magda shrugged. “Do you mind if I do use your kitchen? I mean, the least I can do is make you all dinner.”
“Oh, not at all. Please, make yourselves at home.”
“Yeah, uh…” Michaels was looking out the back window. “Dog boy kind of found your hot tub already and…” He shrugged. “Someone might want to ask him to put his clothes back on or something.”
“No, they don’t have to.” Laura was also standing at the back window, her head tilted as she smiled dreamily. Michaels gave her a look before putting his hand over her eyes. She ducked away then stuck her tongue out at him.
“I’ll uh…” Magda sighed. “Just go take care of that.”
“There are towels in the cupboard there.” Ted pointed.
“I can cook too…” Daniel nodded. “But Magda is much better at baking and at French cuisine which makes sense because she’s actually French even though she’s got like a Norse name and that’s because Matthias’s dad was an actual Viking and actually I’m not sure what Magda’s real name is but she’s been using Magda since he was born so I guess it’s her real name now and anyway I took a bunch of cooking classes in college so that I could —”
“Breath,” Gabriel said as he walked by.
“Yeah.” Daniel took a deep breath, then smiled apologetically at Ted. “Sorry. I start talking when I’m nervous and I’m really nervous around you guys cause of everything and I just want you to know we won’t mess up your place at all and we can help out with anything you need and let us know what foods you like so we can cook and I cook anyway cause Anna’s down to only about six things she can eat without her stomach getting upset so I just try to make those —”
“Breath.” Matthias patted his shoulder.
Ted tried not to smile as the young man inhaled deeply before launching into yet another rambling assurance. “Daniel, son, please.” Ted held up his hands. “Sit down before you really do talk until you pass out.” Then he shrugged. “I do have a security system. There are cameras on the front and back doors. It’s not active at the moment, but I’m guessing at least one of you has the expertise to set it up.”
Matthias nodded. “Where’s the control panel?”
“By the garage door.” He watched the man walk away. Matthias was massive even before taking into account the man could, according to Laura, turn into a ten-foot-tall werewolf. He almost jumped when he felt Gabriel’s hand on his shoulder.
“You alright with this, Ted?”
“I issued the invitation, didn’t I?” Ted smiled at him, and then mentally kicked himself. “Though uh…” He exhaled. “Can I assume that werewolves have excellent hearing and other senses?”
“Yes.” Matthias called from the other room. “Werewolves do.”
“Oh.” Well. That was going to make some things very, very awkward.
Gabriel leaned forward, and whispered into his ear. “You’ve still got my extra key, right?”