Cassandra laughed.
"Really," Chris said sincerely. "He's worse than a mother hen. So how many Daimons did you two kill?"
"None," Wulf muttered. "These were a lot stronger than the average soul-sucker."
"Well, that ought to make you happy," Chris said to Wulf. "You finally have someone who can fight you until you're bloody and blue from it." He turned back toward Cassandra. "Has Wulf explained his little problem to you?"
Cassandra's eyes widened as she tried to think of what "little" problem Wulf could possible have.
Unconsciously, her gaze dropped to his groin.
"Hey!" Wulf snapped. "That has never been my problem. That's his problem."
"Bullshit!" Chris snapped. "I haven't got any problems there either. My only problem is you yenting at me all the time to go get laid."
Oh, Cassandra really didn't want to go where this conversation was leading. It was way too much information about both men.
"Well, then, what problem were you talking about?" she asked Chris.
"The fact that if you walk out of the room, by the time you get to the end of the hallway, you won't remember him."
"Oh," she said in understanding. "That."
"Yeah, that."
"It's not a problem," Wulf said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "She remembers me."
"Ah, man," Chris said, his face contorted by disgust. "I've been making moves on a relative? That's so sick."
Wulf rolled his eyes. "She's not related to us."
Chris looked relieved for about half a second, then he looked ill again. "Well, then, that sucks even more. I finally find a woman who doesn't think I'm a total loser and she's here for you? What is wrong with this picture?"
Chris paused. The light came back to his face as if he'd had an even better thought. "Oh, wait, what am I saying? If she remembers you, I'm off the hook! Wahoo!" Chris started dancing around the couch.
Cassandra stared at his chaotic, off-rhythm movements. Wulf really needed to let the boy out more.
"Don't get too excited, Christopher," Wulf said, dodging him as he came around the couch and tried to include Wulf in the dance. "She happens to be an Apollite."
Chris froze, then settled down. "She can't be, I've seen her in the daylight and she has no fangs."
"I'm half-Apollite."
Chris stepped behind Wulf as if suddenly afraid she might start feeding on him. "So what are you going to do with her?"
"She's my house guest for a while. You, on the other hand, need to get your bags packed." Wulf pushed him toward the hallway, but Chris refused to budge. "I'm calling the Council to evacuate you."
"Why?"
"Because we have a nasty Daimon after her who has some unusual powers. I don't want you caught in the cross fire."
Chris gave him a droll look. "I'm not a baby, Wulf. You don't have to hide me at the first sign of something not boring."
In spite of Chris's words, Wulf held the look of a patient parent dealing with a toddler. "I'm not taking a chance with your life, so go pack."
Chris let out a disgusted growl. "I curse the day Morginne gave you the soul of an old woman and made you worse than any mother could ever be."
"Christopher Lars Eriksson, move!" Wulf barked in a tone so commanding that Cassandra actually jumped.