that can of topical wound spray.” Micah gave Sarah the antibiotic then the pain medicine. He soaked her wound with the numbing spray then settled next to her and took her hand between his. He’d been feeding her soup out of cans and bottled vitamin water every fifteen minutes. He looked at Shawn who stared at him with a near enigmatic expression. Micah didn’t really blame him. “You look like shit,” Shawn muttered. The generic words took the edge off of the awkward satanic situation. “Thanks.” “How about you go take a shower. I’ll sit with Sarah. Catch up.” There was something in the man’s tone that didn’t sit right with Micah. Distrust. There was nothing he could do about it. Shawn needed to hear it from Sarah. “You need to warn the family. They need to hide.” “I have. They’re safe.” Micah lowered his head, sure there was no such thing with the coven. “Don’t worry. This isn’t the movies where stupid cops don’t take shit serious. You gave me enough information to set the entire FBI on guard. They’re as safe as they can be, given who and what we’re dealing with.” Micah ’s gut loosened a bit at seeing at least he’d taken it as serious as it was. “Go shower sweetie.” Micah leveled his gaze on Sarah, his body wilting with the need to stay close to her. He hated her out of his sight. “Okay.” She blew him a kiss with her right hand and winced then turned her attention to her cousin. “Sorry it’s been so long.” He shrugged. “It beats a family reunion.” Micah listened at the bathroom door, smiling when she laughed softly. He finally climbed into the shower, willing himself to let the water do what it needed. Wash away everything. In his mind, on his body. In his dirty soul. The hot water was painfully orgasmic as it hit the million wounds covering him. He didn’t remember ever being that tired and exhausted. He stood in the stream with his head hanging, hands bracing the wall. He remained that way until the water became lukewarm and his legs could barely hold him up. He cleaned himself as quickly as he could and got out the shower. Micah wrapped a towel around his waist and paused at Sarah’s laughter. His gut tightened, torn between an odd jealousy and joy at the sound. Jealousy won over when he heard the words kissing cousins out of Shawn’s mouth. He listened closer. “You kissed all your cousins,” Sarah said. “Yes but I only wanted to kiss…” Micah didn’t make out the rest of the words but Sarah’s laughter following only made it worse. He opened the door and walked out, forgetting he only had a towel. “Feel better?” Shawn asked from the chair he’d moved next to her bed. Micah had eyes only for Sarah though, needing to see what she was thinking and feeling while talking about such things with another man. Whatever she’d been feeling was replaced with a raw heat in her blue eyes as she devoured him. “You certainly look amazing.” The bold words wiped away his fear and put him at ease. He suddenly felt like the patient in her office that first day when she’d openly lusted at him without realizing. “Thank you, doc.” He eyed Shawn. “So what’s the plan?” “Bring them down,” he said . “All of them. Finally.” “I don’t know how that’s possible.” He nodded and shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll get as many as we can then.” Micah begrudgingly appreciated the commonsensical quality of the man. Not an arrogant know it all gun waving lunatic getting people killed. “We need to move her out of here. We can’t stay in one place.” He eyed Shawn, hoping he had some ideas. “I have a place off the grid . One of our safe houses. About a six hour drive from here.” A realization dawned on Micah until his spirit wilted inside him. There would never be any place or any time that he’d feel safe with Sarah. As long as the devil was alive, they’d be in danger. *** Micah sat with Sarah on the couch