(Sean's Perspective)
'I-don't-like-this-plan-I-don't-like-this-plan' plays like a litany in my head as I watch my brother and mate, and the Alpha and Luna of Candlewood drive away from the hotel. "Fuck. I really don't like this plan," I mutter under my breath, my gaze dropping to the ground at my feet as Dorian's Range Rover rounds a corner, disappearing from sight.
"They'll be safe," Ivan says softly from a bit behind my shoulder. When I turn, he continues, "Even if Darby wasn't his mate and Sandy her sister, Ian would never take chances with a Fae. And he's as protective of Dorian as your brother as he is of you as his Second."
That much at least is true. In all things, Ian strives for the lowest risk, highest benefit option, and he never gambles recklessly with lives. It's something I truly admire about him—something in him as an alpha that I could never be.
