Page 43 of Hunt the Dusk
I pressed my lips together, swallowing a curse as his eyes lit up for a moment in affirmation before he dropped his gaze.
“Let me heat that up for you.” Ingrid made to take Ordell’s plate.
“I’m not hungry.” He shoved his chair back and left the room.
“It will be all right,” Ingrid said. “Eventually. You’ll both be all right.”
“You know?”
She took Ordell’s plate. “It’s my job to know. Now how about some eggs?”
“Just heat up Ordell’s leftovers. No point wasting them.”
She gave me a strange look.
“What?”
“Nothing, dear.” She carried the plate to the oven, and I poured myself a cup of tea.
I had a feeling that sunset would be arriving much too soon.
I dropped Kastera text letting him know that I wouldn’t be able to make our date. He texted back asking when I’d be free, and I said I’d let him know next week. Now that I’d committed tobeing Ezekiel’s shadow on his nightly jaunts, I’d need to know his schedule before making personal plans.
I went to drop my phone in my drawer, and the grimy teapot I’d placed in there glared up at me accusingly from its plastic wrapping. I’d forgotten it was there.
“Padma, what’s the status on the cleaning stuff for the teapot?”
“I don’t know why you’re so obsessed about cleaning that thing,” Padma muttered as she tapped something into her computer. “Well, that figures.”
“What?”
“It says the package was delivered.”
“No it wasn’t.”
“I know.”
“Fucksake. Email them.”
“Already on it. Bloody useless…” She shook her head, clicking away. “Done. I’ve asked for a refund, but I’m going to order more from a different place.”
“Can’t we just go pick some up?”
“You want to leave Dracul territory to pick up special cleaning supplies for a teapot?” She arched a brow.
When she put it that way. “No.” I shoved the teapot back in the drawer. “I’m going to make coffee.”
“Make me one!” Padma called after me.
The others were out tracking Lomax’s signature. The ghoul hadn’t been missing as long as the wendigo, so they were hopeful they’d get a lead, but it had been almost two hours, and we hadn’t heard anything. Maybe we should call them.
The bell above the door jangled as I was about to duck back into the office.
“We’re back!” Merry called.
“How’d it go?” Padma appeared in the office doorway and took her mug off me. “Any luck?”
“No,” Edwin said. “In fact, we lost the trail in the exact same spot as Diago’s.”
