KERES POV
By the time Marcellus appeared, I'd managed to carry enough lumber to build a small f*****g village and had developed a personal hatred for wheelbarrows.
The warlock materialized beside the truck, looking immaculate in dark clothes that probably cost more than the entire construction crew earned in a month.
Not a speck of dirt on him.
Naturally.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen."
I dropped the last plank onto the pile.
"f**k you."
He smiled.
"Lovely to see you too, Keres."
"Have you ever considered arriving like a normal person?"
"Walking is terribly inefficient."
"So is getting punched in the face, but I'm willing to make the effort."
Marcellus glanced at Aiden.
"Is he always this charming?"
"He's tired."
"I'm not tired. I'm being exploited."
"Of course."
Thane appro
