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>>I have to tell him everything.
Law started at the text he’d just sent to Sabo, already thinking about how he could explain his status as a witch to Luffy, but the response came in almost instantly.
<<NO
<<Don’t you dare. I won't allow it.
Law scowled at his phone screen like Sabo would feel his wrath through his next text.
>>I wasn’t asking for permission.
And he wasn’t. He was informing Sabo as a courtesy, out of respect for their friendship, not asking him.
<<I said no, Law. He’s my baby brother. I don’t want him caught up in your world, and you shouldn’t be in his.
Okay, that kind of stung. Law wasn’t usually the sensitive type, but Sabo was one of the few people he actually trusted outside of his coven members and immediate family, and that phrasing - your world, not our world - felt very pointed.
>>You can’t keep the truth from him forever. The longer you wait, the more betrayed he’ll feel. I can’t start a relationship with him based on a lie, even one of omission.
<<We’re not against him knowing someday.
<<But you won’t tell him. I don’t want him involved with you, for both your sakes.
Law stared at the screen, confused and on the verge of real anger.
>>What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Sabo didn’t reply. Law waited for a full five minutes and then texted him again.
>>Explain yourself.
No reply. Against his better judgment and personal preferences, Law actually called Sabo.
He was sent to voicemail after just two rings.
“Hey, asshole, you better tell me what the fuck is going on,” Law snapped after the recording tone before hanging up.
He waited three minutes that time, which he thought was very patient and generous of him.
Sabo still didn’t respond.
Law called again, and this time it went to voicemail without ringing at all.
Either Sabo had been waiting for him to call again and declined the call right away, or…he’d blocked him.
Law decided to change tactics. He texted Ace.
>>Tell Sabo if he doesn’t explain himself, I will come get an answer out of him myself.
And then, because Law was a reasonable and honestly downright generous person, he added a clarification.
>>He has until dawn.
Law drove back to the coven’s house, stewing in frustration. He hadn’t expected to end the outing having completed a surprisingly relaxing first date with Luffy, but he had. And now Sabo had ruined all of the warm, relaxed feelings he’d built up. And he wouldn’t even tell Law why.
It made no sense; why wouldn’t Sabo want Law to tell Luffy the truth? Was it because Sabo and Ace wanted to do it? But if it was that, why not just say so? And why hadn’t they told him sooner?
Sabo had said he didn’t want Luffy involved in Law’s world. As far as Law was concerned, that meant that either Sabo didn’t want Luffy meeting Law’s coven or patients, or…
Maybe this was about his uncle.
Law never left the city, and for a damn good reason. His coven’s home, clinic, and small official territory were surrounded by larger, more powerful groups. There was Monkey D. Dragon’s hoard, which Sabo belonged to, as well as Whitebeard’s coven, which Ace was a member of. The Cross Coven and Shanks’ finery were local, too. They even had smaller but still strong groups like Eustass’ pack and Lucci’s coven. Not to mention the monster hunters’ guild having a base in the area.
No single coven, pack, or hoard would dare infiltrate the area without an alliance with one of those groups, and Law had done everything he could think of to stay on the good side of those groups.
The Donquixote Hoard would have a hard time convincing anyone to turn on Law, and that was the way he liked it. Sabo knew that. So why didn’t he trust Law to keep doing what had kept himself and his coven safe since before Cora left?
Whatever the reason, Law didn’t want to discuss it with his coven, so when he got home and parked, he didn’t go in right away. Instead, he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a charm. It was one he rarely used anymore, but it had been one of his favorites before he felt completely safe in the city. He had reverse engineered it from studying Bepo’s werewolf abilities, and it let him change his shape, though not into a wolf. Law’s preferred form was a black and white spotted Bengal cat, sleek and stealthy. He put his stuffed snow leopard into a charmed bag, one that was only the size of a small backpack on the outside but much larger on the inside, and set it down outside the SUV. He looped the leather strap that the transformation charm hung from around his neck and channeled a bit of his witch magic into it. The charm shone, the potion it had had been soaked in reacting to his call and activating.
His body shifted, stretching and adjusting to the new form. He shook out each of his new paws, then picked up the backpack with his feline jaws, relieved that his bengal form was large enough to carry the charmed bag. Then he trotted to the house, where a dog door he had installed for Bepo gave him access to the coven’s home without alerting any of the others to his arrival.
Law made his way down to the basement without being noticed, then set the bag down outside his own room. He wriggled out of the charm, and caught it in his hand as his body returned to normal. He picked up the back and went into his room, closing and locking the door behind him. He set the charm on his desk and picked up an identical one, which he put into the bag before pulling out his stuffed snow leopard. He stared at it for a long moment, then sighed and put the prize on his bed before sitting at his desk. He needed to do at least some work, even if the clinic wasn’t open and Sabo was being an ass.
By morning, Sabo still hadn’t responded. Hadn’t explained himself. Ace hadn’t said anything, either. Law wasn’t sure what to think.
He did know that he needed answers, though. For all that Sabo called him a friend, he wasn’t acting very friendly at the moment. It was unlike him, and Law was frustrated and a little upset.
Maybe a lot upset. He told himself it was just because Sabo and Ace were his contacts for their respective groups, not because his feelings were hurt.
He returned to his SUV, replacement transformation charm in tow, and headed for Sabo’s place. It only occurred to him a few minutes into the drive that Ace and Luffy might be there this early in the morning, and Sabo definitely wouldn’t want to talking about this when they were home.
But then again, if Sabo wanted their discussion to be private, he should have called Law the night before when Luffy was out.
Law was almost to the brothers’ apartment when his phone rang. Thinking maybe it was Sabo, realizing he had fucked up, Law answered without looking at the phone.
That was a mistake.
“Trafalgar,” a deep, no-nonsense voice greeted him. Law frowned to himself and checked the caller ID. Unfortunately, he was correct about who the voice belonged to.
“Lucci. What do you want?” Law snapped. He was busy, damn it.
“A member of my coven was in an altercation with a trespasser,” Lucci rumbled. “He needs medical attention. We need you to come to us.” His tone left no doubt that he expected to be obeyed, and Law bristled at that.
“You’re outside business hours,” Law reminded him sharply. “My rates go up for that. And for house calls.”
“You know money is no object for me,” Lucci replied easily. “I’ll text you the address.” He hung up then, and Law considered not going. He could just ignore Lucci. But then Law remembered he’d said there was a trespasser. If that person was still there, they’d need help, too, and Law had no way of knowing who that person might be or what group they might belong to.
Sabo could wait. Let him wonder if Law was coming or not.
Law pulled up the address Lucci sent him and realized he wasn’t far from it anyway. How was there a trespasser in this part of the city? Lucci’s coven’s territory was miles away.
Five minutes later, Law pulled into a parking lot near a public park and spotted Lucci standing near a cluster of trees and shrubs. Law got his field kit from the back of his SUV and stomped over.
“Where?” Law demanded. Lucci just pointed. There were two injured werewolves concealed by the shrubbery, both of whom Law recognized. “Why was Jabra fighting Zoro this far from your turf?” Law demanded.
“Roronoa trespassed. Jabra pursued him,” Lucci answered calmly. He almost sounded bored, while his own coven member and another werewolf bled into the flowerbed. “Tend to Jabra.” Even if Law hadn’t minded being bossed around, he wouldn’t have liked that. And Law did mind being bossed around. He hated it.
“There are rules, Lucci,” Law reminded him. “Your wolf pursued beyond your borders. Well beyond. And Zoro’s in worse shape. I’m taking care of him first.”
“His leader will be here for him soon,” Lucci snapped. “It will be war if he find us here.” Law scowled; Zoro didn't have a leader. Did he? As far as Law knew, Zoro wasn’t part of any group. Did Luffy’s little friend group of stand-alone non-humans count? Or did Lucci think that Zoro was part of the Cross Coven since he spent so much time with Mihawk?
“I’m not going to risk him bleeding out,” Law insisted. He’d been treating Zoro’s wounds for too long to let the idiot die now.
“If you tend to Jabra first, we will leave immediately. Then you won’t have to deal with us any more,” Lucci replied. Law considered this. It would be beneficial to get rid of Lucci and Jabra. Law turned to evaluate Zoro’s condition more closely, only to see the wolf with his head up. Zoro met Law’s eyes and flicked his ears in interest.
“Will you be okay if I patch up your opponent first?” Law asked. Zoro huffed like that was a stupid question and nodded. Law shrugged; he trusted Zoro to know his own body, if nothing else. If Zoro said he’d be okay, then he would be. The moron was too stubborn to make himself a liar. “Fine.” He set his kit beside Jabra and got to work. Most of the smaller cuts and bites would heal fine on their own; there was really just one deep wound at the base of his neck and top of his shoulder that was dangerous. It looked like Zoro had struck there to try to end the fight quickly, sinking his fangs in and holding until something had ripped him away from Jabra so violently that It had torn open the bite much wider than anything that would normally happen in a brawl between wolves. Law cleaned and stitched the wound, then checked Jabra for any other serious injuries. When he didn’t find any, he turned his attention to Zoro.
“You’re not finished with Jabra,” Lucci said. Law ignored him and started to walk to Zoro’s side. Lucci caught his arm in an iron grip and pulled him back a step. Zoro rumbled a warning growl, and Law heard some kind of commotion in the parking lot.
“Yes, I am,” Law snapped as he pulled his arm away from Lucci’s grip. Lucci reached for him again, only to yank his hand back as Zoro’s jaws snapped shut just a breath away from piercing his skin. Lucci’s expression twisted in disdain, and he reached for the charmed and silver-edged dagger he kept in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
It occurred to Law then, as Zoro put himself between Law and Lucci in an irritating and unnecessary display of stupidity, that most of Zoro’s wounds didn’t look like bites. They looked like slashes, and they didn’t look like they had started healing yet the way they should have considering werewolves’ supernatural healing.
Zoro’s wounds weren’t from Jabra; they were from Lucci and his stupid silvered dagger.
“You lied to me about what happened,” Law accused as he pushed Zoro back behind himself. There was no way he was letting any patient of his fight while injured, even an idiot like Zoro, and there was no way that this was a trespassing fight. Whatever was happening in the parking lot was getting louder. Closer. It sounded like some kind of furious creature was closing in on them, but Law couldn’t afford to take his eyes off Lucci at the moment, even as Zoro kept growling and leaning around Law to glare at Lucci and Jabra. “Zoro, stop it. You’re hurt.”
“Stand down, mutt,” Lucci sneered at Zoro. “And Trafalgar, I’m paying you; you’ll do as you’re told.” Law clenched his jaw and palmed his scalpel. It was a favorite tool of his for taking flesh apart, whether it was for healing or harming purposes, and the charms he had imbued it with meant it could cut spells as well.
“I won’t let you harm my patient,” Law insisted. If he could reach his field kit, he had a half dozen nasty curses in there that would put Lucci and Jabra both on their asses, too.
“Leave Zoro and Torao alone!” a familiar voice shouted. The commotion from the parking lot reached them, in the form of a furious Luffy. As if Law didn’t have enough to deal with in this situation already.
“What are you going to do, Alice?” Lucci laughed. “Stay out of my way.”
“Luffy, don’t get involved,” Law ordered. “Just let me handle this.”
“I forgot that you know the Alice. I hear you even care about him.” Lucci smirked, a sudden malicious light in his eye. “How about I cut Zoro down again, then hold onto this Alice for you while you finish with Jabra like I told you to?”
“Don’t talk to my Torao like that!” Luffy snapped. Law reached for him, ready to pull Luffy behind him to safety, only for Luffy to be yanked out of his reach by Jabra, who sank his teeth into Luffy’s arm and wrenched him away from Law and Zoro. “Hey! Bad Jabra!”
Zoro reacted immediately, slamming into Jabra in a whirlwind of fury and fangs, and the two wolves tumbled to the side. Law stepped toward them, scalpel in hand, then twisted to the side as Lucci’s dagger sliced through the air where he’d been standing. Law wished he’d brought his cursed blade from the SUV, or maybe grabbed a curse from his field kit, but since it was Lucci, the scalpel would do.
“Jabra, sit!” Luffy shouted. Law heard some kind of impact, and then a yelp from Jabra and a snarl of victory from Zoro, but couldn’t look at what was happening as he dodged another slash from Lucci, this time a half-second too slow. The blade left a searing cut on his arm, one that hurt more than a normal cut should. Law swore and darted forward, ready to drive his scalpel as deep into Lucci’s stomach as he could, but something else beat him to it.
Something larger than a horse, covered in brilliant red scales, with teeth and glittering talons and fire coming out of its mouth.
It was a fucking dragon.
Law stumbled backwards as the creature drove Lucci back with flame and fang and talon, until Lucci called for Jabra and the two of them disappeared in a swirl of smoke and magic.
Escape charm, Law recognized dimly as he stared at the dragon that still stood in front of him.
A wet nose prodded at his hand, and Law saw that Zoro was in worse shape than before. He looked around for Luffy next, but didn’t see him anywhere.
“Zoro, where’s Luffy?” Law demanded, inching away from the dragon and towards his field kit. “We have to get out of here.” A scalpel, even a charmed one, wouldn’t help him against something like that. Dragons weren’t always enormous, but they were always powerful. Fire breath, claws and teeth that could cut even a werewolf to ribbons that wouldn’t be able to heal properly, and raw strength that few could match. Plus the way they affected anyone who was part of their hoard. No, the scalpel would never be enough against a dragon, but he had a nasty little curse in his field kit that would curdle dragon blood and disable the creature’s fire breath.
Law could handle werewolves, rival witches, sirens, hydras, and even Shanks, the only sphinx he’d ever met. He could deal with anything, any curse or charm, injury or illness.
But not a dragon.
Not after he and Cora had worked so hard to escape from one.
So Law was absolutely horrified to see Zoro’s wolf form trot toward the dragon, tail wagging despite multiple freely-bleeding wounds staining his footsteps.
“Zoro?” Law called. “What are you…” The dragon turned, huffed a few sparks, and then shifted into its human form.
His human form.
“…Luffy?” Law whispered. Luffy grinned, resting a hand on Zoro’s head, apparently unconcerned with the blood clumping the werewolf’s fur into spikes.
“It’s okay, Torao, they’re gone,” Luffy said, his tone light and friendly like he was reassuring Law. Like he wasn’t a dragon. Like he wasn’t the biggest threat to everything Law had built since escaping Doflamingo’s hoard. “Torao?” Luffy stepped toward him, reaching out towards Law with the hand that wasn’t rested fondly - possessively - on Zoro’s head.
“Don’t touch me,” Law spat, holding his scalpel up between them with shaking hands.
Touch.
He’d touched Luffy. He’d held his hand. He’d kissed him.
Law was going to vomit.
“Torao?” Luffy repeated. Law stumbled a few more steps back. His foot hit his field kit. Should he pull out his curses? Or maybe it wasn’t really Luffy, and an illusion-breaking charm would be better. He had those, too. But the dragon called him Torao, and only Luffy called him that. It had to be him.
“Stay away from me,” Law blurted out. Luffy was frowning, hurt and worry at war in his eyes.
“But I want to help. Zoro needs stitches, and-“
He knew it was Zoro.
He was a dragon. He knew Zoro was the wolf beside him. He’d recognized Jabra even though the other werewolf hadn’t had his usual illusion in place.
He had called Law his Torao. His. The possessive streak that dragons typically had was strong in him, apparently. That was so much worse.
Luffy wasn’t an Alice, he wasn’t some innocent human who didn’t know anything about magic or monsters, and he wasn’t someone Law had to be honest with.
He wasn’t someone Law wanted to be honest with, wasn’t someone he could trust.
He never had been.
“Leave me alone,” Law spat. He reached into his field kit, and his fingers closed around the curse that would disable a dragon, but then he hesitated. Even though he knew now that the person before him was a dragon, it was still Luffy. He couldn’t just curse Luffy. Law let go of the curse and found two other charms instead. He activated the first - an escape charm - as Luffy started towards him again. It whisked him away in a burst of wind and smoke, to the other side of the park where no one could see him. He activated the second, a transformation charm that left him in his bengal cat form.
And then he ran.
He ran until his feline transformation was out of breath, his paws stinging from sprinting across concrete. He swerved into an alley and finally stopped, looking around for somewhere to hide. There was a small gap in a privacy fence, one just large enough for his bengal form to squeeze through. He carefully surveyed the yard; exhaustion didn’t excuse carelessness. Not after what he’d just learned.
Not after what he’d missed.
Fortunately, his subconscious had led him somewhere he would feel at least a little safer: Cavendish’s home. Law had been there several times, but few people would think to look for him here and fewer still would be able to get through Cavendish’s wards. As a unicorn, Cavendish’s magical security was top notch. Law was just lucky that Cavendish trusted him enough to give him a bypass. Law crept beneath some of Cavendish’s lush backyard greenery and crouched there. He needed to think.
Luffy was a dragon. Zoro had known that, so Law could assume that the rest of Luffy’s friends probably knew, too. His brothers definitely knew.
Sabo had warned him that he didn’t want Luffy involved with Law for both their sakes.
Sabo knew Law’s past. He was one of only three people Law had ever told, and he only knew because he and the rest of Monkey D. Dragon’s hoard had demanded a damn good explanation for why Law was willing to deal with hoard members but not the dragon they belonged to. Sabo had sworn never to tell anyone, not even Dragon.
And judging by Luffy’s and Zoro’s reactions, Law was fairly sure that Sabo had kept his word. Which meant he had allowed Law and Luffy to become closer, to get attached to each other, to trust each other, knowing that eventually they would find out. That Law would find out Luffy was a dragon and react badly, and Luffy wouldn’t know what he’d done wrong.
Despite everything, Law felt a pang of guilt for the confusion and hurt that had been in Luffy’s eyes.
Luffy hadn’t known that who he was would trigger Law. But Sabo had.
And yes, he’d discouraged them being friends, but he hadn’t said why. He hadn’t even told Law the truth about Luffy knowing magic existed. He had deliberately lied to Law about the extent of Luffy’s knowledge, even called him an Alice like he was a completely unaware human.
Did Sabo know that Luffy thought Law was his? That couldn’t have been the first time Luffy called him his Torao. It came out too easily. Luffy could have been laying claim to Law for days, weeks, even months. And Sabo hadn’t had the decency to warn Law about it.
How long had Luffy thought of Law as his? Dragon hoards worked differently than witch or vampire covens, or werewolf packs. Those groups required a mutual blood pact to form any kind of magical connection or exert any kind of influence on their members. Law himself had carefully designed his coven’s blood oath so that higher ranking members couldn’t use the magic to influence lower ranking ones. But dragon hoards…all a dragon needed was a claim, intention, and the acceptance of the person in question, and then they could magically influence their hoard members.
Law had kissed him; what if Luffy considered that acceptance of a claim?
What if he had influence over Law now, and therefore his whole coven because of the magic linking them to Law?
Had he put his whole coven in danger?
Had he handed every single person he’d saved to someone who might hurt them?
Law couldn’t breathe. His chest heaved, but his tiny cat lungs couldn’t get enough air. He curled up instinctively, protecting his belly the way the feline transformation wanted him to, but he didn’t feel safe.
He couldn’t be safe.
Not if a dragon owned him again.
He would rather die than let that happen, but he couldn’t leave his coven.
Law hated the icy fear that raised his hackles, hated the tightness in his chest that kept his ribs from expanding properly, hated Luffy for being a dragon, hated Sabo for getting them into this mess in the first place.
He should have kept his stupid brother away from Law’s clinic.
Law shouldn’t have let Luffy get close.
Law couldn’t breathe, he was going to pass out, his vision was going fuzzy around the edges.
A gate opened, and Law was just barely able to stifle his panicked gasping for air as he waited to see if anyone or anything had come for him.
A familiar scent washed over him as familiar padded steps approached.
Bepo wuffled softly as he shouldered his massive wolf form under the plants, his keen nose having led him straight to Law. Law let out the breath he’d been holding, and it came out as a wheeze as his body resumed panicking.
Bepo licked the top of his spotted head, right between his ears, and then flopped down to the ground beside him, curling around Law’s small bengal form and placing his giant chin on top of Law’s back, pressing him down into the earth and into Bepo’s fur.
Law closed his eyes, shoved his face into Bepo’s thick white fur, and breathed.
Bepo had found him.
He was safe now.
Law could fall apart without having to worry about who else might find him. Bepo never let anyone near him when Law felt like this, never let anyone else see how vulnerable Law was in these moments.
Law didn’t know how long he stayed there, hiding from the world and from the reality of Luffy’s identity and Sabo’s betrayal. Eventually, Law relaxed and then wriggled his way deeper into Bepo’s fluffy white coat. He felt weighed down by bone-deep exhaustion, the result of the fight and then the panic he’d felt from the moment he saw Luffy’s dragon form to the moment Bepo curled around him.
“Hey, Bepo? You two okay over there?” Ikkaku’s voice sounded distant, like she was far away. Law perked up a little, peering through the greenery for her. He spotted her at the back of Cavendish’s house, with Cavendish beside her. Law wasn’t about to shift back in front of them, but he did also want to go home.
Bepo let out a soft noise, then nuzzled Law in a questioning manner. Law sighed, but nodded. Bepo got to his paws and pushed his way out of the greenery before shifting back to his human form. He reached back under the plants, scooping up Law’s tired little bengal cat self and cuddling him close to his chest.
“Captain’s tired, that’s all,” Bepo said softly. “We should get him home.”
“Sounds good. Thanks for letting us grab him, Cavendish,” Ikkaku said.
“Anything for my closest allies,” Cavendish replied with a brilliant smile and a wink. Law wondered if it was worth the effort to stretch out and claw him. Probably not, but it would be funny. Maybe another day.
“I’ve got the car out front. Let’s go,” Ikkaku said, unfazed by Cavendish’s dazzling smile. She led the way to the front of Cavendish’s home, with Bepo in tow carrying Law. Ikkaku waited until they were in the car and pulling away from Cavendish’s house before she spoke again. “Whenever you want us to tell you what happened on our end, we will.” Law did want to know, but he was too tired to deal with anything else.
Then he realized that Ikkaku and Bepo had to have decided to come looking for him for a reason. Law took a deep, shuddering breath and locked away all of his exhaustion, all of his panic, all of the hurt and fear over Luffy being a dragon. Then he squirmed out of Bepo’s hold, hopped up to the passenger seat, and removed his transformation charm.
“Tell me what happened,” Law ordered.
“Well it started with Penguin getting a call from Luffy,” Ikkaku explained. “Luffy was upset because there was a fight and then you ran off.”
“He told Penguin what he did,” Bepo added helpfully. “And Penguin told all of us.”
“Most of us don’t know what your thing is about dragons, but we know you don’t trust them,” Ikkaku sighed. “So Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi and I went to get your car and your kit. Penguin and Shachi are dealing with Luffy and your SUV, and Bepo said he could track you, so we came to find you. That’s about it,” Ikkaku finished.
“Penguin and Shachi are alone with the dragon?” Law demanded.
“They texted a while ago that they were home safe. We can call them if you want,” Bepo offered. Law nodded grimly. Texts could be faked; voices were harder. Ikkaku called Shachi, putting the call on speaker.
“Ikkaku! Did you find the boss yet?” Shachi demanded the second he answered.
“Yeah, we’ve got him,” Ikkaku replied. “What happened at the park?”
“Luffy wanted to look for Captain, but we convinced him to go home. He was pretty upset. It also kind of sounds like we might be looking at trouble with Lucci’s coven.”
“I’ll reach out to the other groups in the area and reaffirm our alliances,” Law said, his voice a little raspy. Ikkaku and Bepo glanced at him in surprise, apparently not having expected him to say that much. “Penguin should have the numbers for the Whitebeard coven and Monkey D. Dragon’s hoard. Have him send them a message requesting new points of contact.”
“Captain! Boss! You’re okay! I mean, uh, yes of course, we’ll do that,” Shachi blurted out. Law rolled his eyes but didn’t scold him.
“I also want Jean Bart to assemble a list of current vendors and possible alternatives. I’m not currently planning to change any contracts, but who knows how everyone will react.” Law grimaced and added, “You can also let everyone know that the clinic will be closed for a few nights for cleaning and maintenance. Just say it’s to make sure everything is in order for the next full moon.”
“Yes, Captain!” Shachi replied. Law considered asking him to get out his locked ingredient box, but that might make everyone panic and think there was a real battle coming.
“Good. I want it done before I get home,” Law said instead. Shachi scrambled to agree, then hung up.
“Captain…it’s morning,” Ikkaku said carefully.
“You’re not planning to work through the day instead of sleeping, are you?” Bepo blurted out. Law sighed and gripped the transformation charm that still hung around his neck. Its dosage of the potion that powered it used up, but the familiar feeling of it helped him stay grounded.
“I’m planning to make sure there’s as little backlash from this as possible,” he said after a moment’s consideration. “That’s the important part.” Bepo and Ikkaku exchanged glances that made it clear that they disagreed, but Law ignored them.
It wasn’t like he’d be able to sleep, anyway. He pulled out his phone and blocked Ace and Sabo, but not before sending a single text:
>>You should have told me.