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Chapter Seventy-Eight
Adrian
Ican’tbelievewehad to watch that fucking shit to be done with this. It makes me angry that Rachel had to see it, and it makes me angrier still that the witch was a bit evasive at the end, not making it clear that we did nothing wrong. That nothing bad is going to happen because we killed someone who was evil. Paul Winters had a black heart. He deserves to be burning in the Dark Lord’s realm.
I take in a breath as we’re deposited onto our front yard.
Mabel looks ready to leave before we can ask any questions, which makes me like her even less than I already did for upsetting Rachel.
“Wait!” Silas says. “What about Samuel Madden?”
“He can go home, too,” Mabel says, before she disappears.
Silas’ father appears in her place, looking a little disoriented. The bruises and cuts on his face are gone, and he doesn’t look quite as tired and sad as he did when we first glimpsed him in that mansion.
“Witch magic,” he says, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”
“You might have to,” Silas tells him with a wry smile. “Considering my mate is part witch.”
His dad smiles as Rachel takes Silas’ hand and comes over to meet him.
“I’m Rachel,” she says. “It’s really nice to meet you.”
“I’m Sam,” he says. “The pleasure’s all mine, dear.”
“This is my Alpha, Adrian,” Silas goes on, giving me a warning glance.
I shelf my anger to greet his dad. “Hey. We’re lucky we had your help tonight.”
“And our Omega, Carter.”
“I’m the annoying little brother of the group,” Carter says. “As I’m sure Silas will get around to mentioning.”
Samuel says hello, looking slightly overwhelmed. “Well, I knew wolves could create packs, but some don’t and I … I suppose I didn’t expect this. Just because …”
“My mother wasn’t interested in pack life,” Silas finishes for him.
“Exactly. Though she would have had different experiences, I suppose.”
“We can talk about it later,” Silas says. “I should walk you home. We all need to get some rest.”
“I’ll probably sleep for a week,” Sam jokes.
They say their goodbyes and walk off down the street.
“Okay, who has keys?” Carter asks.
I check my pockets. “Damn.”
I remember taking my clothes off in that mansion. They must have fallen out the pocket.
“Seriously?” Carter asks. “Mr. I’m Not Giving You Another Set?Youlost your keys?”
I roll my eyes. “I lost them fighting demonic spirits in a house that’s demolished now. It’s not the same as losing them every time I walk out of the house.”
“I have mine,” Rachel announces, pulling them out of her purse.
