Descent
Harry huffed, turning away to order something to eat, ignoring the way Alastor practically deflated even further on the spot like a melting puddle.
It's past six in the morning, he's tired, he's hungry, he wanted a shower, maybe a good lay with a pretty person or two before going to sleep and instead of doing all those things, he's stuck with these two because Harry is such a nice guy to say no to his friend who is also kind of his alpha.
“Who's that?” Harry heard Alastor ask as soon he got back to the room.
“A monster mercenary; heard from the grapevine that one of their Intel is supposedly a demigod,” Sean explained, frowning a bit.