protect ourselves. We should do that.”
Lark went on to explain the training Dray and Portia were going to implement with some of the other East Coast witches. Some of which were in the process of creating clans or at the very least covens. The era of the lone witch, at least when they were so targeted, was over. They had to unite or they risked exposure and worse.
And yet three days later when she left Toronto, it was with the memories of having to tell Vivienne they’d found the abused and abandoned dead bodies of their missing witches. Brandy had been brutalized far more than the others they’d found. It was more than just draining her magick, something far more sadistic had come to play and while Lark hoped it was just that onetime thing, she had a sinking feeling in her gut that this might be the new normal.
Chapter 6
“I don’t know why you have to be so good at everything.” Lark looked up, and up some more until she met Simon’s gaze. He’d offered her the refuge of his home, as if by instinct he’d known she needed it, needed the solace of friendship and safety away from the ugly reality of her job.
Nonplussed, he shrugged. “I could say the same of you.”
She tossed her cards down. “Not with this hand.”
He laughed. “Nope.”
“Not like you don’t have enough money.” She waved a hand around.
“It’s a nice life.”
“Understatement.” She stood. “All right. I need a swim. I must tell you how many benefits there are to being your friend. Pool. Great land to run. Home gym to drool over. You’re pretty okay to look at too. Top-shelf booze. You like cards and scary movies and you never complain about how many calories are in whatever you’re eating.”
“You’re always welcome to enjoy my place.”
She did. And she appreciated it. Over the last month or so she’d been in Seattle, she’d come to really enjoy the time shespent at Simon’s house. And to value the friendship of the man who owned it. So funny how they’d clicked so well, right from the start. She had real friends in Seattle and the way things were going, the darkness descending on them, she’d needed that connection.
“Thank you. I mean that.”
There was a long moment between them and he shook his head as if to free himself from it. He grinned. “I don’t think I’ve ever been here when you used the pool. I admit to being curious as to what you’d wear to swim in. Come on. I’ll meet you down there. You can make me lunch when we finish.”
She socked his arm and her knuckles hurt. He was solid. Like a damned tank. And she couldn’t tell a lie, she was pretty interested to see how he filled out swim trunks.
“Fine. You did grill the last time I was here. I suppose it’s my turn.”
She headed into the spare room he’d generously assigned her. A place she could put her stuff when she came out to run or use the pool or garden. The view was stunning from in there. As it was pretty much from everywhere else in the house.
Simon Leviathan had become a friend. A person who never judged, though clearly she amused him and possibly offended his sense of style. He played cards, drank, smoked cigars, stayed up late and had impeccable taste. He also enjoyed things like making bullets and going to the shooting range. He was a total dude, but in the least annoying way possible. Nothing to complain about at all except for the way they got constantly interrupted by women coming on to him. That bugged her. Yes, sure, she got that their thing wasn’t that kind of thing. But women who just walked up between a man and the woman he’s having a drink with to blatantly come on to the guy were jerks.
Changing quickly, she gave herself a look over her shoulder at her back and butt. Helena had given her the suit for her last birthday. It showed more skin than she usually did, but it fit well and made her feel sexy so that was a win.
Though she was more pale than usual because she’d been inside so much, the view still
Lark went on to explain the training Dray and Portia were going to implement with some of the other East Coast witches. Some of which were in the process of creating clans or at the very least covens. The era of the lone witch, at least when they were so targeted, was over. They had to unite or they risked exposure and worse.
And yet three days later when she left Toronto, it was with the memories of having to tell Vivienne they’d found the abused and abandoned dead bodies of their missing witches. Brandy had been brutalized far more than the others they’d found. It was more than just draining her magick, something far more sadistic had come to play and while Lark hoped it was just that onetime thing, she had a sinking feeling in her gut that this might be the new normal.
Chapter 6
“I don’t know why you have to be so good at everything.” Lark looked up, and up some more until she met Simon’s gaze. He’d offered her the refuge of his home, as if by instinct he’d known she needed it, needed the solace of friendship and safety away from the ugly reality of her job.
Nonplussed, he shrugged. “I could say the same of you.”
She tossed her cards down. “Not with this hand.”
He laughed. “Nope.”
“Not like you don’t have enough money.” She waved a hand around.
“It’s a nice life.”
“Understatement.” She stood. “All right. I need a swim. I must tell you how many benefits there are to being your friend. Pool. Great land to run. Home gym to drool over. You’re pretty okay to look at too. Top-shelf booze. You like cards and scary movies and you never complain about how many calories are in whatever you’re eating.”
“You’re always welcome to enjoy my place.”
She did. And she appreciated it. Over the last month or so she’d been in Seattle, she’d come to really enjoy the time shespent at Simon’s house. And to value the friendship of the man who owned it. So funny how they’d clicked so well, right from the start. She had real friends in Seattle and the way things were going, the darkness descending on them, she’d needed that connection.
“Thank you. I mean that.”
There was a long moment between them and he shook his head as if to free himself from it. He grinned. “I don’t think I’ve ever been here when you used the pool. I admit to being curious as to what you’d wear to swim in. Come on. I’ll meet you down there. You can make me lunch when we finish.”
She socked his arm and her knuckles hurt. He was solid. Like a damned tank. And she couldn’t tell a lie, she was pretty interested to see how he filled out swim trunks.
“Fine. You did grill the last time I was here. I suppose it’s my turn.”
She headed into the spare room he’d generously assigned her. A place she could put her stuff when she came out to run or use the pool or garden. The view was stunning from in there. As it was pretty much from everywhere else in the house.
Simon Leviathan had become a friend. A person who never judged, though clearly she amused him and possibly offended his sense of style. He played cards, drank, smoked cigars, stayed up late and had impeccable taste. He also enjoyed things like making bullets and going to the shooting range. He was a total dude, but in the least annoying way possible. Nothing to complain about at all except for the way they got constantly interrupted by women coming on to him. That bugged her. Yes, sure, she got that their thing wasn’t that kind of thing. But women who just walked up between a man and the woman he’s having a drink with to blatantly come on to the guy were jerks.
Changing quickly, she gave herself a look over her shoulder at her back and butt. Helena had given her the suit for her last birthday. It showed more skin than she usually did, but it fit well and made her feel sexy so that was a win.
Though she was more pale than usual because she’d been inside so much, the view still
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