Chapter 6
He cleared the house first, a small ranch reeking of magic. Dane tried to hide his disappointment—it would have been nice to use the gun. Out in the middle of nowhere like this, he’d have less to deal with afterward. He’d had to get the Order to interfere the other day about the noise and then the flames when he’d gone after those trees. f*****g ghosts.
“I can’t tell whether this is creepy or cozy,” said Sean, wandering through the main living space when Dane returned from the bathroom. One thing was consistent about Bethany’s home: it was full of herbs. They hung from lines overhead, drying, and various stages of her products sat on card tables around the room. There wasn’t even a couch here.
“Weird,” said Dane, reluctantly putting his gun back. “Have a look at your arm.”
He
