Hellcrossed: (Raven Cursed Book 5) by Hunter McKenzie

Author:Hunter, McKenzie
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781946457202
Publisher: Sky Publishing
Published: 2022-02-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

When I answered the door, I was expecting Mephisto. He had left for his meeting over three hours ago. I spent a significant amount of that time persuading Wendy, who had definitely placed me on her persona non grata list, to meet to summon a demon in hopes that Dareus would answer. It was a hard sell because of all the time she dedicated to her poorly performed reluctance to summoning a demon. Behaving as if it wasn’t something she did often. Which made her a better summoner. Her magic signature was known.

Wendy practiced dark magic. There wasn’t anything gray about it. She summoned demons too often for it to be considered anything else. But to save her reputation and her standing with her coven, she kept denying it. Eventually she’d agreed and I had a meeting with her the next day.

I had the nagging feeling she might not be successful. Could Dareus be too consumed with plotting his revenge against Elizabeth to answer summons? I wasn’t going to lose any sleep over it, if it was an all-consuming goal.

To my surprise, Ms. Harp was outside my door. Hip-checking me aside, she entered my apartment towing a small suitcase and her cane firmly secured under her arm. “I request sanctuary,” she announced.

Before I could respond, she was opening the room that had previously been my meditation room but was now in a transitional phase. I still meditated but needed it far less than I used to now that I had my own magic and wasn’t trying to suppress my magical urges. Finding no extra bed in there, she moved toward my bedroom.

“Where do you keep your clean sheets?” she yelled from the room, stirring me from the shock of her intrusion. I had dealt with my share of people and their unyielding gall, but Evelyn was another level. I truly had no idea how to deal with her.

“In the closet to the left,” I found myself saying as I walked toward the bedroom.

As she stripped the sheets from my bed, her easy takeover of my room was off-putting enough to stall a reaction.

“Why are you here?” I finally asked.

“I told you, sanctuary.” Her gaze flicked up to meet mine. “I can’t go to my apartment. It was destroyed.” I wasn’t sure if she knew that the person who destroyed it was my mother. She went back to making the bed. “Even if it hadn’t been, it’s not my apartment anymore,” she huffed. “The building owner didn’t renew my lease. They decided to make it a model apartment,” she tutted, frustrated.

“Without notice?”

“Well, you know how Asher is. That bossy thing just does what he wants,” she barked out, finishing with the bottom sheet. This woman was oblivious to hypocrisy. The two of them should decide who would be the pot so the other would know their position as kettle.

“What?” I sputtered, grabbing my phone off the dresser and scrolling through my documents for the lease and notification of new management. There it was, six months ago, when I renewed my lease.

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