get his hands on and pulled, almost falling on his ass right along with North, who was still struggling to get his hands on Armand. Win placed himself between the two of them and raised his hands. “Stop it, both of you, or I’ll find you a nice cell in the council jail. They have AC there.”
That did the trick. North dropped his fists, and even though he was still scowling at Armand, at least he wasn’t trying to strangle him anymore.
Win sighed and briefly closed his eyes. “I understand all of us are having a hard time with this. I am, too. But fighting won’t help. If anything, it will make things harder, and that’s the last thing we need.”
North rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. But we can’t stay here, not like this. Armand wasn’t wrong when he said we were going to melt. That’s exactly what it feels like, and I can’t do this anymore. None of us can.”
Win nodded. He had to find a way, and he would, even if he had to move all the assassins and their mates to a hotel and pay the bill himself.
* * * *
This couldn’t go on. Someone was going to end up getting hurt, and that was the last thing Graham wanted. He knew Win wanted the same thing, but the difference with Win was that he was the boss of all those people. Graham wasn’t.
He couldn’t even cook or bake, for fuck’s sake. That was what he usually did when he had to relax or think, but obviously, that was out right now. They didn’t have power for the oven, and there was no way Graham was turning on the stovetop, even though it would work, since it was gas. The house was way too hot without AC, and they didn’t need to make it even hotter.
The warehouse had generators, of course, but since no one knew how long they would be without power, Win was wary of using them. He wanted to keep them in case of an emergency, and while Graham got it, he was starting to think that this might just be the emergency Win was waiting for. He’d never thought he’d see Armand and North come to blows, yet they’d just tried to tear each other’s heads off.
Everyone was on edge, and that wouldn’t stop until someone found a solution.
Graham filled his glass at the sink, wrinkled his nose at the warmish water, but drank it anyway as he flopped into one of the chairs around the dining table. “We have to find a solution,” he said.
Beck nodded. Graham was surprised he hadn’t tried to stop his mate from bashing North’s head in, but he looked as tired as Graham felt. The heat didn’t merely make them hot. It also made them exhausted. They’d barely slept last night and the night before. How were they supposed to sleep when they were damp with sweat only a few seconds after getting into bed?
“A hotel?” Milo asked. He was wearing only a tank top and a pair of shorts, which was more than what some of the other people in the house wore. Armand, for example, only had on a pair of shorts, and even though Graham wasn’t into him, he couldn’t deny the tattoos on Armand’s skin were gorgeous.
But that wasn’t the important thing. The important thing was that they were all on edge, and something had to change before someone got hurt.
“I don’t think a hotel is going to work,” Milo said, tapping his fingertips onto the dining table.
“There would be AC, though,” Beck pointed out, leaning forward.
“As long as we choose one that’s in another city, sure, but there are a lot of us. People are bound to notice if the bunch of us just take over the hotel.”
“But we could find one with a pool,” Graham said.
Honestly, Graham didn’t care if wherever they ended up had a pool or not, as long as he didn’t feel like he was melting twenty-four hours a day.
“Maybe we could go to Whitedell and stay with the pride?” Beck asked. “They have a pool, and the house is huge.”
“It’s also really full,” Graham pointed out. He was pretty sure the pride wouldn’t have a problem welcoming them, but things were already tense because of how many people lived in the warehouse, and Graham didn’t want the assassins to start fighting with the Whitedell pride members. He wouldn’t put it past a few of