Page 68 of With This Witch
“Yes, Sloan.”
“We should call her,” Petra says.
“We should.”
“Let’s make a deal with the devil and take over the world,” she jests, stepping through the door he holds open.
“Thinking big, I like it. I’ll make the call.” He takes Sloan’s card from his inside coat pocket, dials the number into his phone, and hits call. Sloan picks up on the first ring. “We’re in” is all he says.
“Took you long enough. Meet me tonight. Ten p.m. at the south entrance to the Leeside Graveyard. Don’t be late.” Then she hangs up.
Petra looks at him, eyes wide with anticipation. “So…?”
“Looks like we have a date with the dead,” he responds before taking her hand and porting them back home.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR
Petra
They arrive back at Lachlan’s house, landing on the front step. Petra holds on to Lachlan, taking a moment to steady herself. She hates porting. However, as she turns to look at him, she sees Daisy sitting on the front step, waiting for them. She must have been out here for a while because she is soaked from the rain. Petra, concerned, rushes toward Daisy.
“Daisy, are you okay?” She moves her hands over her, checking to see if she’s hurt. “What’s wrong?”
Daisy’s makeup runs down her face from crying or the rain, Petra is unsure which.
“I’m okay. I’m not hurt,” Daisy sniffles. “Well, not physically.”
“Why are you sitting out in the rain?” Petra insists. Daisy does not cry easily, and she certainly isn’t one to sit on their front step unless something is majorly wrong.
Lachlan unlocks the front door and swings it open. “Why don’t we get you two inside? Daisy, you can shower to warm up, and then you two can chat.”
“Yes. Yes. Let’s do that. I have some clothes you can borrow while we dry yours,” Petra offers.
Daisy stands slowly, nodding in agreement.
The three of them make their way indoors, with Lachlan pulling up the rear, closing the door behind them before making his way to the kitchen. Morris greets them with a howl, admonishing them for being gone for so long. Petra scoops and snuggles him as he attempts to escape while Daisy heads upstairs.
As Daisy showers and Petra changes, she can hear him banging pots and pans around in the kitchen. Soon enough, she begins to smell something delicious wafting its way upstairs. Figuring she has a few minutes before Daisy is out, she checks in with him in the kitchen, plunking Morris down in the hallway. He skitters ahead of her, and she finds him brushing against Lachlan’s legs when she enters.
“What are you making?” she asks, sitting on the stool at the counter and folding her arms in front of her.
“Some chicken soup,” he responds, chopping various vegetables.
“Why are you making chicken soup?”
“For Daisy. It’s a comforting thing, and it seems like she needs comfort. It will also help keep her warm post-shower.”
Petra holds a hand to her heart. This man. How did she ever think she could go on without him in her life? He has so much history and heartache, which could have easily shaped him into someone dark, yet he is making chicken soup for an upset friend.
How has she missed seeing this part of him?
They’ve been friends for what feels like forever, yet she never noticed how he moves around the people around him. How attentive he is, how he cares. Seriously, no other man she knows would do something like this for someone else. None that she can think of.
She clears her throat in an attempt to hold back tears. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“There’s some parsley and thyme in the garden box. Could you go and chop some off and bring it in?”
“Sure.” She stands, coming around the counter. As she reaches for the scissors in the knife block, he reaches for another cutting board, and their fingers graze, causing a spark to shoot up her fingers. She ignores it now and goes to the back door for the herbs.
