Page 39 of Witch's Exile
"I want him gone," I said when we reached the main floor. "I can't stand the thought of having him here a second longer."
Raum pulled me into a firm but gentle embrace, stroking my hair soothingly.
"We can't do that, baby," he said apologetically. "Not until Ash is back. He gives the final order."
"Well, he needs to hurry his ass up, then." I pulled away and began searching through cupboards in the kitchen, slamming them in my frustration before pausing at the liquor collection. Was it too early in the morning to start drinking?
"Did Sal tell you about our new friends in the woods?" I asked, moving on to the fridge. We had orange juice! A mimosa wouldn't be completely out of line, right?
"He did." Raum stroked his stubble with a grin.
I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. "Did you already know about them?"
"I saw they would befriend us after... an initial scuffle."
"Uh huh." I chewed my lip. So he also knew I survived being shot. "Can we trust them?"
"Yes," he answered quickly. "We can." His lip twitched and I knew there was more information behind those three words.
"I know you want to tell me something." My head tilted as I watched him. "So spill it."
"They may be connected to one of the three visitors I told you about last night."
My heart took a hard jump against my sternum as I shifted my gaze to the basement door. "You mean him?"
"No, not him."
"Good."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because," I returned my gaze to my handsome demon. "When we're done with him, I'm sure they're great at hiding bodies."
