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“You heading out?” Bronx asked as he turned back from the lobby after showing out our last customer.
“Yeah. I’m beat,” I said around another yawn. Reaching up, I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to clear my thoughts. A slow and steady snowfall had started to coat the city during the past hour and I needed to be clear for the drive home so I didn’t end up with my SUV wrapped around a telephone pole.
“Gage, I think we need to discuss how we’re going to divide up my schedule,” Trixie said softly.
I dropped my hands back to my sides, my brain finally coming back online with her words. She was still intending to leave.
“Can you give me more time?”
“Gage—”
“No, wait. Hear me out,” I said firmly, holding up my hands as if they could stop her words. Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath, while packing down the initial wave of panic that threatened to consume me. Losing my shit wasn’t going to convince her to stay. When I opened my eyes, I forced a smile on my face in an attempt to at least look reassuring. “You’ve known about this for a while now, had plenty of time to make up your mind, and line up your arguments. I haven’t and that isn’t fair to me. We’re in this together. Correct?”
“Of course, but I have to think about the baby’s safety first.”
“I know and I agree. I have to keep you and the baby safe. What if I can do that? What if I can find a way that will keep you both safe from harm? Will you stay?”
“I don’t know,” she said softly, seeming painfully unsure now that I was being calm and reasonable.
“You said your only reason for leaving was an issue of safety. Is there something else?”
“No.”
“Then if I can keep you safe, will you stay?”
“I don’t know. I guess. How are you going to make it safe for the baby?”
“You and the baby,” I corrected with a warm smile. Some of the panic subsided as I managed to get that tiny concession. “I don’t know yet. I’m still trying to figure that out. I want you to give me more time. Can you wait?”
Trixie shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s winter. The longer I wait, the more dangerous it becomes. It’s better if I leave soon.”
“I understand. I just want you to give me a chance.”
She gifted me with a little smile that didn’t reach her sad eyes. “I’ll try.”
Quickly closing the distance between us, I gave her a swift kiss. “And you promise not to leave without telling me?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. My heart ached to see her so troubled, but I appreciated that she was at least trying to give me some time to protect her and the baby. I just had to figure out how in the world I was going to accomplish that.
Grabbing my coat, I stepped out into the bitter cold, my mind turned to figuring out a way to permanently extricate myself from the Towers. Or at the very least, create a buffer that would protect Trixie and the baby from their notice.
But I didn’t get far.
Gideon was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, waiting for me.
Chapter 5
S ometimes, there’s no escaping it.
I stopped several feet from Gideon, watching the snow swirling through the air to land on his black suit. His cape flapped slightly in the breeze, as if to flick away any tiny flakes that might spoil his dark aura. While the warlock never looked pleased to see me, he was looking grimmer than usual tonight.
“Is it too much to hope that you’ve caught the bastard and I can return to my normal life?” I asked, stepping around him to walk down the alley beside the parlor. I had parked my car out front, but I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me talking to a warlock. It was bad for my image of a harmless tattoo artist.
“Yes, it is,” he said, following a step behind me.
“So what’s new? Been out scaring little kids?”
“The council has decided to let you use the library
“You heading out?” Bronx asked as he turned back from the lobby after showing out our last customer.
“Yeah. I’m beat,” I said around another yawn. Reaching up, I rubbed my hands over my face, trying to clear my thoughts. A slow and steady snowfall had started to coat the city during the past hour and I needed to be clear for the drive home so I didn’t end up with my SUV wrapped around a telephone pole.
“Gage, I think we need to discuss how we’re going to divide up my schedule,” Trixie said softly.
I dropped my hands back to my sides, my brain finally coming back online with her words. She was still intending to leave.
“Can you give me more time?”
“Gage—”
“No, wait. Hear me out,” I said firmly, holding up my hands as if they could stop her words. Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath, while packing down the initial wave of panic that threatened to consume me. Losing my shit wasn’t going to convince her to stay. When I opened my eyes, I forced a smile on my face in an attempt to at least look reassuring. “You’ve known about this for a while now, had plenty of time to make up your mind, and line up your arguments. I haven’t and that isn’t fair to me. We’re in this together. Correct?”
“Of course, but I have to think about the baby’s safety first.”
“I know and I agree. I have to keep you and the baby safe. What if I can do that? What if I can find a way that will keep you both safe from harm? Will you stay?”
“I don’t know,” she said softly, seeming painfully unsure now that I was being calm and reasonable.
“You said your only reason for leaving was an issue of safety. Is there something else?”
“No.”
“Then if I can keep you safe, will you stay?”
“I don’t know. I guess. How are you going to make it safe for the baby?”
“You and the baby,” I corrected with a warm smile. Some of the panic subsided as I managed to get that tiny concession. “I don’t know yet. I’m still trying to figure that out. I want you to give me more time. Can you wait?”
Trixie shook her head. “I don’t know. It’s winter. The longer I wait, the more dangerous it becomes. It’s better if I leave soon.”
“I understand. I just want you to give me a chance.”
She gifted me with a little smile that didn’t reach her sad eyes. “I’ll try.”
Quickly closing the distance between us, I gave her a swift kiss. “And you promise not to leave without telling me?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. My heart ached to see her so troubled, but I appreciated that she was at least trying to give me some time to protect her and the baby. I just had to figure out how in the world I was going to accomplish that.
Grabbing my coat, I stepped out into the bitter cold, my mind turned to figuring out a way to permanently extricate myself from the Towers. Or at the very least, create a buffer that would protect Trixie and the baby from their notice.
But I didn’t get far.
Gideon was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, waiting for me.
Chapter 5
S ometimes, there’s no escaping it.
I stopped several feet from Gideon, watching the snow swirling through the air to land on his black suit. His cape flapped slightly in the breeze, as if to flick away any tiny flakes that might spoil his dark aura. While the warlock never looked pleased to see me, he was looking grimmer than usual tonight.
“Is it too much to hope that you’ve caught the bastard and I can return to my normal life?” I asked, stepping around him to walk down the alley beside the parlor. I had parked my car out front, but I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me talking to a warlock. It was bad for my image of a harmless tattoo artist.
“Yes, it is,” he said, following a step behind me.
“So what’s new? Been out scaring little kids?”
“The council has decided to let you use the library
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