It had been months since the whole thing with Ishmael and it honestly had Monty in a foul mood. He didn't like any of it. He didn't like the feeling of needing Ishmael to be near. It was a foreign feeling for a man that had always only ever truly needed himself. His ragtag gang being the only other people he remotely cared about in the world and even then, he still mostly prioritized himself.
Ishmael was being a dick and Monty knew that it was because of what had happened. Months of dealing with that should have made him tire of the vampire and yet, he was always relieved when the damned cat of a vampire came back. Ornery shit.
The others had gone off to do whatever they did when Monty wasn't with them. Monty tried to make the pesky, inconvenient feelings within him towards Ishmael to go away but they seemed to have a mind of their own. Stubbornly taking hold of him and not giving him any peace of mind. This was going to be a problem.
"There is. Are you sure you're up for it? It will require spending time with me," Monty said, a little bitchily.
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