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Looking up from his laptop, Dane’s eyes confirm what his nose had already been telling him. He sits on a park bench, using his mobile as a hot-spot, and if it hadn’t been for a fortuitous shift in the wind, he never would’ve known he was there. When dark eyes lift, he spots him easily enough, just a glance, but enough for confirmation. Casually, he shuts his laptop, crossing his legs at the knee as he sets it to one side of him. “So, are you the new errand boy for the lycans? Tell your bosses my prices have increased due to a sudden influx of life-threatening encounters with my ‘bosses’.”