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“So, we’re done arguing about it?” Ryker asked, raising his dark eyebrows.
“Yeah, there’s only so many things we can deal with at once. We’ll explain this to the pack. I’ll draft a memo—” I looked at Ryker’s face, which got steely again, and grinned, “You’re right. I’ll just tell the pack and let them stomp their feet.”
“Now what?” Ryker asked, looking like he was just going to go upstairs and stick his cock in our mate in the next five minutes.
“Now we’re going to let her sleep and get the witch to summon a demon for us,” I reminded him, my tone dictating that it should be obvious, but then upon review of the sentence, I added thoughtfully, “That is not anything I thought I’d ever say.” Then I strode into the ballroom in the back, where I found Wendy’s small crew.
Roger was still bandaged, but Wendy had done a good job of it. She was now looking over him, and by the look of it, she and the gruesome shadow on the wall were smoking a bowl of weed.
Her eyes lit up when she saw us enter. “Oh, good. You get your mate back alright, ya’ll?” she asked, breathing a plume of smoke out upon an exhale.
I nodded. “She got out of the situation. She said you gave her a necklace that helped.”
She shrugged. “Pas de quoi, mon amis! Little Mama does what she can do,” she said, of course referring to herself in the third person. “And ol’ Rog here is gonna be okay.J’en ai vu d’autres. You should go rest up now, and I’ll get outta your fur, den. You got a lot of drama in town ya’ll got to prep for, I know.”
“Actually,” I said, leaning against the door frame. “We need something else…” I explained to her what we needed, and what our mate told us she’d overheard, but Wendy’s expression was a little distant.
“Well, I am sorry, but there’s nothing Little Mama can do for y’all. I don’t know no blood rituals.” She looked over at the shadow on the wall, which was also slowly exhaling out some smoke now. “Do you, Ombre?”
The shadow’s head shook back and forth. “No,Idon’t. Samael knows a few, though.”
“See? Nothin’ for it,” Wendy assured us, and then it looked like she was going to leave.
“Wait—is there a reason you’re not gonna call Samael on by?” Ryker asked, helping me block the exits by putting his body up against the other doorway.
“He ain’t sorry quite yet. I don’t think Iwillcall,” she said, her face fixed very stubbornly. It was sort of cute, really, like a doll or a Normal Rockwell painting on stubbornness in New Orleans.
“What did he do?” I drawled tiredly. I wanted to get this tiff over with so I could get to bed.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and said sassily, “He knows what he did.”
“He tried to use a strap on her, and she banished him to a NetherRealm,” said Silas, who came in the room by walking between my legs.
Ombre snorted. “If you think pack life is a bitch, you should come by our house sometime. She don’ like no one else being alpha, do you Wendy Girl?” He made a ghostly laugh, but Wendy didn’t think it was funny. Her face stayed blank and set with defiance.
“Look, I don’t ask for favors often…” I began.
Her golden eyes focused on me, beginning to spark with annoyance. “Except this week,” she corrected. “I got your favors comin’ out my ears.”
“Well, I want to make sure we stick around to repay those favors. So pretty please, with a cherry on top, I need you to bring back Samael.” I templed my fingers, deciding that it was always better to ask nice before not asking nice.
She looked at the exit that Ryker was in front of, and then the exit I was in front of. “Oh, so this is how we gonna play this? After I fix up your rougaroo?” she gestured at Rog with a hard wave of her hand.
The cat yawned. “You gonna have to bring him back sometime, Wendy,” reminded Silas.
“Shut up, Silas,” she said, her eyes flitting towards the cat for a second and then stubbornly sticking her nose in the air.
“Forgiveness is the sign of a strong woman,” Ryker said smoothly.
“It’s true. Weak people want revenge, strong people forgive,” I added, quoting Einstein, nodding my head.
“You’re too classy to be vengeful, even to a demon. It’s what I always say,” Ryker continued, and I nodded as if I agreed that Ryker had ever said that.
“You’re kind, beautiful, and so forgiving…” I continued. I was gaslighting her now, and I knew it, but she did seem to like it. Her brow was smoothing in contemplation.
“Everyone says that,” Ryker assured her. “Everyone talks about how you’re above petty shit. Little Mama is the best—true class.”
“True class,” I agreed, nodding appreciatively.
