Petro stared at the message. It was handwritten and delivered by a courier. It meant it wasn't urgent. And after reading it, his presence back at the clan wasn't important. Not that important. But it was from family. And that made it important to the tikbalang. He would have liked to bring Lattice with him if her schedule would allow.
His knuckles tattooed a rhythm against Lattice's door, the beat ingrained in his muscles, just like the ring tattooed on his skin.
Pales
sorry this is so late, work ate me alive orz