Well this ought to be interesting. Devon wasn't interested in Vi, but wanted to make sure she was safe. Vi was batting her lashes about Devon. This was a disaster in the making and he could forsee a box of tissues and a bottle of whiskey in Vi's future. Goody. But it was still better than going home to tell her Devon wasn't coming. Good lord.
"She dropped you because you was human and she ain't." He pointed at Devon with his brows lowering. Why was he doing this?! Devon obviously thought very little of pack life, and all but said he was going to break his little sister's heart. Son of a bitch!
Then he nodded when Devon agreed. Bren took a pen out of his back pocket and wrote the address down on a cocktail napkin. "Here's the address. Show up whenever." He slid the napkin across the table then stood up. His job was done. He'd like to go beat the shit out of something now. "I'll let Vi know you're comin'."