There was a muffled sound of distant conversation and Gray said, “The knight-protector’s asking if you’ve checked your mail lately.”
I poked the pile of correspondence with my foot and it spilled onto the floor.
“Is there something in particular I should be looking for?”
“A blue envelope.”
I fished the blue envelope out of the pile and opened it, cradling the receiver between my shoulder and my ear. A beautiful statement looked back at me, boasting of six thousand dollars being deposited into my account. The caption stated, “For services rendered as stated in accordance with Article M1.” M1 covered crusaders. Unlike most knights, they didn’t draw a salary but were paid per job.
“Please tell him thank you for me.” I’d never become a crusader, Ted and I both knew it. But I was grateful for the rescue.
“I will,” Gray said. “So will you take the job?”
Thank you, Ted. “Yes,” I said. “I will.”
“Great. When can you start?”
I looked outside where a beautiful day was just beginning and thought of the two shapechangers on my roof.
“Tomorrow,” I said. “I can start tomorrow.”