Allison closed the door and turned to see Deucalion putting on a jacket.
She frowned. "Where are you going?"
"To talk to Zack." Before she could say anything, he cupped her face. "I know, I know. You want me to enjoy the holidays, but with them almost over, I need to start planning. The witches will be after the new year. I've got to be prepared."
She sighed, smoothing down the lapels of his leather jacket. "I guess you're right. Just don't be gone too long, alright? Please. I hate that you stress over this."
Leaning down, he kissed the tip of her nose. "I promise. An hour, two tops."
She lifted her face to his. "I'm holding you to that. If you're not home in two hours, I'm coming to get you."
"Deal." He kissed her, soft and sweet, before he went out.
Closing the door again, she tur
