"I can't explain it. I can't prove it. But somehow this nonsense feels like your fucking doing, Bones," Seth said to the nightmare as he barged right into his office. There was no denying that Seth was experiencing heat in his own way –– flushed skin, messy curls sticking to his sweat-damp forehead, and pheromones off the charts. In his moments of clarity, he'd discovered a report of some "mix ups" of magical items in the Silver Aerie, which likely caused this mess. And he knew one person who thrived off this kind of chaos.
He stopped right in front of Grim, grabbed him by the front of the shirt, and pulled him to his feet and in for a hard, hungry kiss that Seth growled into. "So you're gonna fucking fix it for me."
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