Hermes closed his eyes and tried to relax into the protective circle of Carrick's arms like cold iron he never wished to escape.
"You have made no enemies, my lord," he said softly. "My past hunts me, not yours." He hoped that was clear enough, that the anger and fear had passed enough for Carrick to listen without being told explicitly.
"In retrospect, my 'fuck you' to them probably shouldn't have been cheating them out of the profits from their carefully cultivated investment, but it was worth it to end up here." He'd risk the wrath of every supernatural in existence to stay at Carrick's side.