Chapter 6Friday morning was cold, or at least it seemed so to Jamie when his bare feet hit the floor as he got up. “Rug,” he muttered as he quickly lit the heater, setting it in the middle of the room. Then he slipped his feet into his boots, put on his heavy jacket, and made the trip to the outhouse. “Should have brought the heater with me,” he grumbled, making a mental note to get a second one next time he went into town. “And more tarps, and candles I think, to save on propane.” When he returned to the porch, he found Lycus sitting by the door. As soon as Jamie opened it, Lycus sauntered inside.
“I bet you’re freezing, even with all that fur,” Jamie told him.
Lycus must have agreed because he stood by the heater as Jamie shed his jacket and boots and went in to take a very fast, very
