Page 57 of Witch Undecided
They want something, and we need to make sure they don’t get it.
My gaze drops to Rune. “Do you have a suggestion?”
We look for a way to stop them for good.
Tor rolls his eyes. “There is no way to stop the rifts. We’ve been searching for centuries.”
None that we’ve found on this earth, but we have a reaper amongst us, a demon, a Dominus. Maybe he can help.
Tor snorts. “The demons have never cared about our problems before.”
And yet one is here now. They care about Cora. They’ll assist if we ask.
He has a point.
Tor and I exchange glances. There’s hope in his gray eyes because if there’s a way to seal off the varga’s prison for good and stop the rifts, then the enemy we’ve been battling for centuries will be gone. The dire wolf race will finally be free of the scourge that’s kept us chained to this land.
“I’ll speak to Conah,” Tor says. “Leave it with me.”
A thud resounds upstairs, followed by aclangand a string of colorful curses.
Wren comes barreling down the stairs, trips on the last two steps, and rolls across the floor, coming to a halt by the sofa.
“Cora has shampoo in her hair and the water’s stopped.” He looks at us, wide-eyed and expectant.
“Ah fuck.” Tor pulls himself to his feet. “Not again.”
The pipes in the cabin are temperamental, another reason we need to move to the main house asap.
Tor clomps up the stairs and I look down at Rune, both of us thinking the same thing…Tor might be about to see Cora naked.
