Page 173 of Redeemed

“Can I see her now?” Haven asks eagerly.

“Why not?” I shrug my leather jacket back on. “Go get ready. I’ll take you.”

Haven

I’mnotsurewhatI was expecting, but it wasnotfor Lucas to drive me to the house the Halloween party was hosted at. I glance over at him, sure this is a joke or something, but he pulls over and puts the car in park.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

“She’s… here?”

He nods.

“In the murder house?”

“Yep.”

“But—”

“Get inside before anyone sees you,” Lucas says sternly. “Or before I change my mind and haul you back to Colton’s.”

I scramble out of the car. “Thank you for the ride.”

“Message the group chat when you’re ready to come home.”

“I will.”

After shutting the door, I rush up to the house and ring the doorbell. Lucas is still parked on the road, and when I look back, I realize he’s waiting for me to get inside. I shouldn’t find it sweet considering he’s just upholding our end of the deal, but it makes my heart squeeze anyway.

When the door swings open, Wes steps out of the way so I can enter, waving at Lucas as he does so.

I skip all formalities and glare up at Wes. He may be much taller than I am, and his muscles may bulge from underneath his shirt, but if I find out he’s hurting Athelia, my rage will make up for the difference.

“Why the hell is Athelia staying with you?” I demand. “If you’re hurting her, I’ll fucking end you, you hear me?”

Or… maybe I’ll ask Colton, Lucas, and Xander to do it for me. Yeah, those results willdefinitelylean more in my favor.

Wes is about to answer when a familiar, comforting voice floats through the house.

“Haven?”

“Athelia!”

I push past Wes just as Athelia bursts from the kitchen into the front hallway. When we meet in the middle, I throw my arms around her. I’m so relieved to see that Isaiah hasn’t hurt her that I almost miss the fact that Athelia’s hair is dark green again.

“You dyed your hair. Oh my god, it looks sogood.”

“Thanks,” Athelia says, barely pulling away. “God, I’ve missed you. So much has happened.”

“Um, yeah, I’d say. You told me you moved, but not that you’d moved in withhim.”

“All three of us, actually,” Cal calls from the kitchen.

Oh, thank god.I’m worried for Athelia’s mental health if she’s constantly surrounded by these three demons, but I know they wouldn’t let Isaiah anywhere near her. She’s just as safe as I am.

Still…

“Are you okay?” I ask.

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