Whiskey Witches, #1 by F.J. Blooding

Author:F.J. Blooding
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: S.M. Blooding

Chapter 31

Dexx couldn’t decide which fire to put out first. Was it the priest who couldn’t understand why demons should be allowed inside his church? The demon summoner who was no longer possessed, but comatose? The witch who seemed fine, even though she looked wicked creepy? Or the two demons who were whispering at the far end of the cathedral about God only knew what. Or…maybe He didn’t. Who knew?

Time for an honest assessment instead of a flying-off-the-seat-of-his-pants freak out. The demons chatted, but flames hadn’t spewed forth. No apocalypse yet. Dexx decided to let that one sit for the moment.

Reece stood guard over the two of them, powerless if the two decided to bring Hell to his church. Alma scoured a book—which wasn’t her grimoire, thank you very much—and seemed to be quite content being left alone to her research. Grumpy old witch. Paige still hadn’t awakened after expelling Lucius from her body.

Out of all the problems to deal with, Paige needed to be fixed first. All right. So, he should probably be dealing with the demons, but he didn’t know what to do with them. He thumped his fist against one of the square columns supporting the vaulted roof, and retreated to the back of the church. He didn’t know what to do with Paige either.

Reece’s office was the last door on the left. Dexx had left Paige on the leather couch to rest.

He leaned against the doorway, releasing a pent-up breath through pursed lips. Did he even know how to help Paige? He was a guy, oddly enough. What did a man do with a woman who was falling apart?

Have sex with her.

Not likely.

Dexx stepped around the couch and stopped. Paige was gone.

He returned to the cathedral. “Hey, has anyone seen Paige?”

Reece ignored him, knee deep in conversation with the two demons. They seemed to be rather invested in the discussion as well.

Alma raised her head, her white eyes startling in the dark of the church. “She’s gone?”

“Kinda why I asked if you’d seen her.” Dexx spun on his heel and retraced his steps. “I’ll find her.”

“With everything going on,” Alma said, following, “you’ll excuse me, but I’m coming with you.”

Dexx rolled his shoulder. He wasn’t into family drama. He didn’t know how to deal with emotional women, Whiskey women most of all. They each had their own super power, which brought “scary” to whole new levels. He searched the rooms on either side of the long hallway, making it to a door that led outside.

He glimpsed Paige through the small window. “Found her.”

Alma reached for the handle.

He raised a hand, his lips flat. “Look, she’s hurting. We don’t know what state of mind she’s in or how she’s going to react. Maybe you should let me scope things out first. You know. Ensure a safe approach.”

Alma smashed her wrinkled lips shut and crossed her arms over her full chest.

“You’ve got the best intentions. I understand that. However.” He shrugged at her, his mouth shut, his eyebrows raised.

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