Chapter 20
“The f**k does any of this mean?” asked Dane, pissed. He sat on the floor across from Sean, eating Chinese takeout he was surprised Sean had actually agreed to. Maybe he let himself live a little on Saturdays. “Witches, now a Bigfoot? And why hasn’t the Order said a damn thing to me about either?”
“Well, they both were in the database,” said Sean, annoyingly eating everything with the chopsticks first try. Dane was irritated—he’d assumed the professor wouldn’t be able to handle them. “You just didn’t look.”
“f**k you.”
“After we’re done eating.” Sean grabbed the bottle of rice wine Dane had opened and set in the middle of the floor, raised it to his mouth, and took a drink. “This really should be warm.”
“Do I look like a five-star restaurant?” Dane grabbed the bottle and to
