Reed’s pov
“Put the bottles in fridge, I guess Derek didn’t had time to buy the groceries. Hope he got some ice.” I carried the bag to the hall and Asher followed me. We reached the pack house or technically the crime scene. We have been here for two days, the traces of murder and everything have been wiped off, except for the rotten smell of the blood.
It looks as fresh as daisy, yet the walls cry the horrors. I checked the time, it was ten past ten, the infamous death time. Diana said she will be come by witches’ hour, which means I still have roughly two hours. Now, seeing the current situation, I have two jobs.
Calling Hecate as ordered by Diana or sit and just get drunk with Asher. Despite my intention to live a little I dropped the second idea. Plus, we preferred cold beers.
Ash
