Spending their money is the only thing I’ve ever worked hard at. It’s probably why I bought such an old ass house that needed so much work. The more of their money I could squander, the better.
“You said a male witch tried to talk to you at the club, asked you to dance?” Calix watches me.
“He did,” I confirm.
“Do you think he sensed her power? I mean, it would be hard not to, right?” Calix questions the others.
“Anyone with any abilities would be drawn to her,” Gunnar acknowledges, nodding his head in agreement.
“So, I should be bait, right?” I wiggle in my seat a little, excited that I’m going to get in on the action.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Calix says slowly.
“Why not?” I send a defiant glare his way.
“Well…” Calix looks around. I think he’s hoping for some support, but Gunnar is focused on the broken chair. After a quick look at Grim, who’s sitting as rigid and stoic as usual, Calix adds, “We don’t know who the other witch is, or if it’s even a witch. It could be dangerous.”
“For who?” I snort disbelievingly.
“You, Dami, you’re not invincible,” Grim supplies.
“Neither are any of you,” I argue quickly. I’m not sure if it’s a relief or not, knowing that there is something that can kill me. “You guys aren’t leaving me out.” I cross my arms over my chest, my mind already made up.
Gunnar lets out a heavy sigh, mumbling, “I knew this was going to happen,” as if I’m the biggest inconvenience ever.
“Suck it up, Kitten. I’m the best partner you’ll ever get.”
“Of that I have no doubt. It’s dropping you into the wolf’s den I don’t like,” Gunnar grouses back.
“No worries, Berserker, I’ll take care of our little lamb.” Calix smirks.
“The lion and the lamb,” I muse out loud, while shaking my head. I guess I can’t complain too much. I’m the one who started the animal references.
“I will be with you as well,” Grim adds, as if he thinks I’ve somehow forgotten him.
I give him a wink, then inquire, “So, should we go back to the club tonight?”
“I suppose, if you’re set on being there.” Gunnar lets his head fall back on his shoulders. I rub my hands together, already making plans. I bet that guy Joe we met earlier at the club might know a little something. It probably wouldn’t be hard to get him to tell me what he knows.
The heavy sound of breathing fills the room. Gunnar’s head is all the way back, his neck fully exposed as he blows out another breath.
His face is completely soft, so different from how he usually looks. I think back to the last time I saw him sleeping, well, passed out really. He’s even more relaxed now. I’m sure the fact that his guts aren’t slipping out of his belly has a lot to do with it.
“We should all probably get some sleep. You guys are staying here?”
“I haven’t slept in a few days; that would be good.” Calix avoids answering me directly, and his voice is just this side of drowsy. He might have been close to falling asleep, too.
“I have no need for sleep.” Grim is still sitting rigidly on the couch.
“You don’t ever sleep?” I prop my head up on my elbow and watch him. I bet I could work him over good enough that he would be plum tuckered out and in need of a nap.
“I rest, but not in the way you do,” Grim answers.
A smile spills over my lips. “Do you watch me sleep? I don’t know if that’s creepy or cute.” I playfully narrow my eyes at him.
“It’s not creepy,” Grim deems it so, as if by just saying it’s not, all is settled.
“Whatever you say.” I lift my hands in the air. “I’m about to head up to bed now, care to watch?”
