“All of it.”
He unclipped the canisters on his hips and passed them over. I could
smell he still had some hidden somewhere, but I sensed this was as much of a
concession as I was going to get.
“What do you have to do to make the circle?” Savannah asked him.
“Well, we’ve got to etch sigils around this whole warehouse. Even with
three of us, it’s going to take all day. We’ll make it as big as we can, but it’ll
have to be really simple for us to get it done. It’ll only protect against dream
intrusion, but not demon attacks or spells. And I’m afraid it won’t get rid of
fleas or prevent rabies, either.”
She reeled back and slapped him hard across the jaw. My wolf leapt in
my chest. It was perhaps the sexiest thing I’d ever seen her do.
He staggered back and rubbed his chin. “Holy shit, Savy, I was joking.
But dang, you pack a mean wallop. Are you on ’roids or something? Might
explain the moods…”
“You are a complete asshole, Casey.”
“Sorry.” He pointed to her I Hit Like A Girl T-shirt. “Guess I was
warned.”
She stepped up, and a strange power emanated from her. She fixed him
with a hard look. “You need to cut the funny business. Just look around. By
tonight, this place is going to be crammed with werewolves. Mothers and
fathers with frightened children. Families like yours. You’re the only one
who can make sure they sleep safely tonight and the only one who can
prevent them from never waking up again.”
Pride welled up in my chest. Everyone in the room was watching this
showdown. They’d seen her take a stand and plead for their safety.
That was something. As much bad blood as there was in the room,
everyone here knew we were depending on the little prick’s spell tonight.
What stunned me was that amid all the scents of mistrust and resentment,
there was a flicker of hope.