“You helped them figure out this was a dream weaver, and for that, I’m grateful. This could have been a worse outcome,” she said. “Wynter could have taken people with her. He wanted the most bloodshed as possible.”
This whole thing bothered him on such a deep level.
“Why? Why do this to people?” he asked. “Everyone here is just living their lives. Genesis is a kind person. I don’t understand why so much hate.
She understood why he was asking.
“He wants to rule the static. It’s always the same thing, Raven. The weak want power, and when they get some, they want more. They don’t consider the work it takes to keep that power. His parents tainted him from a young age to think he was nothing if he wasn’t everything.”
Sadly, he understood all of that. He’d just not allowed his childhood to make him a monster.
It had been a choice.
As for earning his path, magick was NOT for the lazy.
He’d not become a priest of a coven and built his place in Salem by not putting in the work.
It had taken years.
When Avalon yawned, Raven took that as a sign that she needed to rest.
“Let me show you to your room,” he offered. “You have to be exhausted.”
Oh, she was.
But it would only get worse.
There would be no sleep for her. She had work to do. While the house went silent, she would be in the static, slipping around, on the hunt.
And she knew how dangerous that would be, right under a witch’s nose. She could feel his spells, and she knew how to evade them.
For what was coming, she had no choice.
“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate that.”
From beside his wife, Nate did too. It would be nice to lay his head down and feel safe.
It had been a while.
“Thank you for your hospitality, Raven. It will be nice to close my eyes and get some sleep.”
Oh, he bet.
Getting their bag, Nate followed the man as he led them into their room. When they got there, they went in.
“There’s a bathroom attached, and anything you need is in there. We’ll see you in the morning. Blessed be,” he said, wanting to go check on his wife and child.
Avalon nodded.
“Blessed be, Raven, and I’m sorry this is difficult for all of you.”
He said nothing.
Why?
Difficult was his world.
When you grew up in ‘difficult’, you managed to get through it.