Amends: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Series (A Diana Hawthorne Supernatural Mystery Book 2) by Carissa Andrews

Author:Carissa Andrews [Andrews , Carissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Author Revolution LLC
Published: 2021-07-22T16:00:00+00:00

14

An Unlikely Place of Respite

Miriam pulls the Pacifica into the small single-car driveway.

“Who’s house is this again?” she asks.

“A friend of mine. He won’t be on the radar of…whoever’s behind this,” I say, opening my door. “Wait here. I want to have a word with him first.”

She nods, then twists around to look into the backseat. “You okay, Jonas?”

“Yeah,” he says, “wish we could stop and get ice cream, though. I’m starving.”

Kyros’s eyes widen and he nods emphatically. “Oh, yes. I would quite like an ice cream as well.”

I roll my eyes and step out.

“Want me to come with you?” Blake asks when I catch his eye.

I shake my head. “No, I think this will go down better if I talk to him alone first. Thank you, though.”

Kyros shoots Blake a sideways glance. I ignore it and close the car door.

The last thing I need is to have either of them breathing down my neck when I ask Demetri for this favor. Hell, I’m not even sure why this came to me as the best option, but I’ve learned to just roll with it when I get those sorts of insights.

I walk up to Demetri’s door, and get the sense that this day is coming full circle. It started off about him and it’s ending right back where it began. Sort of.

I lift my hand and knock on the door. In the silence, while I wait for him to open it, I check my watch.

10:32 p.m.

“Please be awake,” I mutter under my breath. “And not drunk.”

After a brief moment, I hear movement on the other side of the door. Then the deadbolt slides out of place and the door creaks open.

Demetri stands in the doorway, his peppered gray hair standing on end. Thankfully, he’s got on sweatpants and a wrinkled t-shirt. “What in the hell are you doing here, Diana? It’s the middle of the night.”

“It’s ten-thirty,” I say, flattening my expression. “That’s hardly the middle of the night. And I’m here because I need your help. Is there any chance we could come in?”

“We?” Demetri says, running a hand through his disheveled locks as he looks around me.

I glance over my shoulder at the van in the driveway. “Yeah, there’s a few of us.”

“I, uh—” he says, shifting awkwardly as he tries to straighten out his shirt. “I wasn’t expecting any guests.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Right now, their safety is more important than your vanity,” I say, shooting him a knowing look.

The last thing Demetri has ever cared about is vanity. If anything, he’s always gone out of his way to be the opposite of vane. It’s one of the many reasons I love the guy.

“They’re not looking for a reading or anything—because you know I’m tapped out,” he replies, panic in his eyes.

“No, I’m not trying to force a vision or anything. We needed somewhere safe and you were the first person to come to mind.”

“Well, gee, since you put it that way,” he mutters, rolling his eyes.

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