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“That’s not a bad idea. Don’t you think sometimes if you’re not supposed to say something, it’s the first thing you want to say?”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely. I’m the same with any orders Adrian tries to give me. I immediately want to do whatever it is. We’re definitely bait for demons.”
“Carter!”
“It’s true,” he says with a shrug.
We finish filling the bags and then we carry them downstairs.
Adrian’s eyes widen when we get to the bottom of the stairs. “You won like forty bears?”
“More like sixty,” Carter says. “There are two to a bag.”
“Holy shit,” Adrian murmurs. “I hope those kids love bears.”
“I’ve added candy,” I tell him. “Just in case.”
“You did?” Carter asks. “When?”
“Like right after Adrian made me think of it.”
He looks in the bags. “Holy cow. I love those chocolate bars.”
“Well, don’t say I’m not good to you,” I say, passing him a couple I just magicked out of our local store’s inventory. I also magically put them on my credit card, which I feel a little guilty about considering I’m about to give it back to my parents.
I’m pretty sure they’ll disown me over the shifter thing.
It’s time I was standing on my own two feet besides.
“I would never say you’re not good to me,” Carter assures me.
“Well, we could complain he’s the favorite, though,” Adrian says.
“Ha ha. You two don’t care that much about candy.”
“True,” Silas says. “I wouldn’t say no to a milkshake, though.”
“I haven’t had one of those in forever,” Adrian says.
“We can grab lunch before we meet my parents. I know a place that does the best milkshakes.”
“Ooh. Is it the place with the invisible booth?” Carter’s already got one of the candy bars open.
“It is.”
“Count me in.”
“I don’t ever count you out.”
Adrian opens the door. “Okay, come on. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Chapter Eighty-Six
Rachel
Theorphanageissodreary that I feel a little bad about not bringing more stuff. The administrator tells us it’s a tough time for the kids there, since Christmas is usually about family, and they don’t have families. It pulls at my heartstrings and makes me wish we could take all of them home.
“Do you take volunteers?” I ask, wondering if I might be able to get a job here, eventually.
