Page 74 of Gods and Ends


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Myra looked at me like I’d lost my mind along with my soul in some kind of two-for-one deal, and Bathin just blinked at me and tipped his head like he hadn’t heard me right.

Then he laughed, that deep chuckle again. “Your sister? Really, Delaney. Where do you come up with this stuff?”

Myra blushed, a hot slap of red over her cheeks. It was not embarrassment. It was anger.

Great. I just could not seem to do anything right.

“Stop being a dick,” I told Bathin.

He raised both eyebrows.

“Go find Ben. Bring him home to Jame’s arms like you promised. Don’t drag anything, or anyone along with him.”

“Now, now. There are no modification clauses in this contract.”

“There are gods and other creatures who would be more than happy to put you in a jar and shake you into ash and atoms, Bath. I have them on speed dial.”

“Nicknames and threats, like an old familiar tune.”

“Go.” Myra said.

“As you wish.” He gave her half a bow, that wicked glint in his eyes making him look rakish and kissable, which was weird that I noticed because the only man who I found kissable was Ryder.

But before I could parse that, or Myra’s stony reaction, he disappeared.

I exhaled and it felt like I’d been doing a lot of work just to hold myself up through all that. “I need a nap. Or a massage. Or both.”

“Is there a place where she can lie down?” Myra asked Jame.

“Spare room.”

Myra took me by the arm, her fingers a little more firm than necessary.

“You’re still mad.”

“Yep.”

“I don’t really need a nap.”

“I think you do.”

“You’ll wake me up when he comes back? I mean, it’s only a couple hours until midnight. He might be back any minute.”

“I’ll let you know if he comes back.”

“When.”

She opened the guest room door, flicked on the light, and guided me in to the bed which was covered with a fluffy blanket and a few mismatched pillows.

“If. He’s a demon, Delaney. They aren’t to be trusted. Ever.” She pressed me down toward the bed, then knelt and started untying my shoes.

Like I couldn’t be trusted to untie my own shoes.

“Dad trusted him.”

“You think he did.”

“I was there. I know he did.”