“That door has been locked, unable to be entered by even the High Priestess. A spirit opened the door and led us to this chest. Are you really that much of an idiot to not realize this means something?” she says, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.
“Let’s just sleep and think more about this tomorrow.”
“I’m driving to New Orleans tomorrow,” she says plainly.
“And what? Walk around one of the busiest places in the country with a thirty-year-old photo?”
She stands, grabbing all the pieces of paper and goes to leave the room as the door slams shut, locking us in.
I groan as Violet tries to tug on the handle. When that doesn’t work, she takes out her wand, casting a few spells that even involve sparks.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I groan.
I spent hours running as a pack, and now this. Can’t a man just get a good night’s sleep?
“It’s probably because your dumb ass angered the spirit,” she says, opening the closet and pulling out all the bedding that’s there. I expect it to smell like mothballs and dust, but shockingly, it smells like fresh laundry as she lays everything on the floor for herself.
Following her lead, I grab more bedding from the closet. The room isn’t overly large and therefore I have to make my makeshift bed right next to her.
“It will let us out eventually, right?” I ask and Violet curses, casting some spells to make her bed more comfortable. I almost swallow my pride to ask her to do the same for me, but I can’t make myself do it.
“I don’t know, Silas. You just called the spirit a worthless liar. So maybe we’ll just die in here,” she says in a shitty tone.
I groan and curse as my back retaliates against the stiff floor.
“Oh benevolent spirit, I didn’t mean to disrespect you, it’s just been a long night. I’ll do whatever you say if you just let me sleep on a bed.”
Violet snorts next to me, and damn, she looks comfortable on the bed she’s transfigured.
The spirit doesn’t open the door and I realize we’re going to have to sleep in here.
“Can you make my sheets like yours?” Feeling like an asshole for asking.
“Will you shut up and listen to me if I do?” Violet asks.
“Fine,” I agree.
I think I’d do just about anything for a good night’s rest. She arches a brow at me, but takes out her wand, extending her bed of blankets and combining them with mine. The instant relief on my back has me moaning as I shift my weight.
“Thank you,” I tell her, even if it hurts me to admit it.
We both lie there, so close, yet so far apart. Even if I’m comfortable, sleep is not going to come easy.
“Did you enjoy the full moon?” she asks in a soft voice.
I smile for the first time since I shifted back tonight. “It’s the best full moon I’ve ever had.”
“Is your wolf tired?”
“Yes, why?”
“You could shift to him to sleep if that would be easier. If this is too much.”
I tilt my head at her and groan. “He showed himself to you?”
She shrugs, her stark white hair framing her face, while the black parts are splayed against the pillow she made.
“When?”
