Page 176 of Mayhem and Minnie

Sarah immediately rushes to lock the door after us, the sound of the bolts echoing in the air.

We don’t speak until we reach the car, after which I’m compelled to get an explanation out of her.

“How the hell did you follow me here?” I ask when we’re alone.

She gives me a bored look as she points at the back of the car. “I hid in the trunk.”

I stare at her. Then I stare some more.

My ingenious little heathen. I should be outraged. But I would have done the same if I were her so I can’t exactly blame her.

“You hid in my trunk?” I feign outrage.

Good girl, Minnie. Taking care of your man, as you should.

Perhaps I should be slightly disturbed that she would do that, but at this moment all I feel is a strong pang of lust.

Damn, she’s hot.

“Of course,” she quips in a sweet voice. “I wouldn’t be a good girlfriend if I didn’t support you in your business endeavors, right?” She has the gall to bat her lashes at me innocently.

Blood rushes to my cock.

“And you’re the most supportive girlfriend, aren’t you?” I ask wryly.

“Well,” she murmurs as she bites her lip. “Any moment now I’ll be your fiancée, no?”

Another bat of her lashes.

Oh, fuck! She must have thought I went shopping for rings behind her back.

“Right…of course.”

“But really, Marlowe, what were you doing here? That old woman is cray-cray and a fanatic,” she says.

I shrug.

“And how do you know she’s a fanatic?” I raise a brow.

“Because I saw the books inside her house. They were all manuals on demon hunting.”

“Demon hunting?” I raise a brow.

“People like her assume anyone with abilities is a demon when that’s the furthest from the truth. But it is what the human church has indoctrinated its followers to believe. It’s all the fault of that Vatican,” she mutters under her breath.

That’s surprising. And perhaps the first real piece of information Minnie has willingly given me.

“And what is the truth?” I inquire.

She smiles.

“There are a lot of beings in this universe that have powers, Marlowe. But it is wrong to assume they’re all bad. Certainly, some are. But not all.”

“What about you then? Are you good or bad, Minnie?”

I already know she has powers. She’s aware I know, too. We’re just pretending that’s not the case because she’s not ready to tell me yet.

If I were a better man, perhaps I’d wait until she’s comfortable telling me.

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