In an instant, Nicodemus reached out and grabbed the front of Cormac’s shirt, pulling the man close to him for a moment. Something didn’t quite feel right here. He had the feeling that Cormac was always a smart mouthed little snot but if he knew what Nicodemus was, if he knew what he was suppose to be doing here, Nic expected a modicum of emotion that didn’t translate into asshole.
“Wait,” he ordered in a gruff tone to Lavender, his eyes remaining on Cormac. “Did she tell you why she brought you here? And you said yes?”