Page 74 of Which Witch is Willing?
Killian flicked his gaze to Dru. “Sorry, but Nick’s not here.”
Dru turned over fully in bed, not bothering to cover himself. “Where the hell is he?”
Killian shrugged. “Moira’s craving turducken and some…boudin sausage thing. He’s gone on the hunt looking for it.”
Dru scoffed. “We’re facing the end of the world, and Nick’s out looking for turducken? What the ever-living fuck?”
Death shook his head as though he commiserated with Nick. “You don’t understand. You think battling a hundred demons is bad, try living with a pregnant woman craving something ridiculous, who absolutely won’t take no for an answer. Tierra ate bacon for hell’s sake.”
Dru slid his gaze to Claire, and she recognized a hint of fear in his expression.
She laughed. “Don’t worry. I have no plans of getting pregnant anytime soon, if ever.”
Dru scrubbed the stubble on his chin and climbed out of bed. He reached for the jeans he’d left in a pile on the floor next to Claire’s lacy red bra. “Why can’t you take care of them yourself?”
Killian thumbed over his shoulder. “If it’s left up to me, there will be bodies in the street outside the house. Pretty sure Tierra would have my hide for that.”
Probably, Claire thought. But Tierra would have to understand if the crowd left them no choice. “Won’t Dru kill them, too?”
Dru slid a black t-shirt over his head, and Claire watched with appreciation as the fabric hugged his muscles. “Not necessarily. I could send them home bruised and beaten if I wanted.”
She supposed that made sense. “Then I guess Julian is out of the question, too.”
Killian lifted his hands in defeat. “Again, hundreds of bodies dead in the street.”
The actual number of people he mentioned caught Claire by surprise, and worry burrowed deep into her heart. “Hundreds? Really? I don’t hear them.”
“That’s the weird thing,” Killian said. “They’re being all respectful and shit. I don’t get it, and I don’t trust it. That’s why I need my buddy there as a backup.”
He’d have more than one person there. There was no way she was going to miss this, either.
Claire circled her finger in the air. “Turn around, Killian. I’m coming, too.”
He nodded toward the doorway to her bedroom. “I’ll wait out there.”
Before Killian had finished closing the door, Claire was out of bed, reaching for her own pair of jeans.
Dru regarded her with a cautious look. “I don’t suppose you’d stay in the house if I asked.”
She pulled a black silky tee from her closet and slid it over her head. “Nope.”
He nodded solemnly. “You still have access to my sword if you need it, you know.”
Claire wiggled her nails in a wave motion, and fire shot from each tip. “I can take care of myself.”
Dru held up her red bra. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t have time for that right now. Let’s go.”
He gave her the once-over. “Okay,Moira. But if I see even one dude checking you out, he’s dead.”
And she knew he meant it. A drawback to bonding with a horseman, she supposed.
They descended the stairs and met Killian. Something brushed against Claire’s leg, and she looked down to find Kai had joined them as well, always her fierce little protector. He rubbed against her, and she sensed his concern. She reached for him and pulled him close against her chest. “It’s okay, buddy. Nothing to worry about.”
Before Dru could reach for the front doorknob, Aerin called out as she hurried down the stairs, wearing light blue silk pajamas. “Have you guys looked outside? What the shit is going on?”
Killian lifted his chin in greeting. “We’re about to find out.”
