Erik
Avery didn’t even stir, laid across my lap on the way back to the hotel. Someone produced some fried food that I inhaled. Marco napped briefly in the car, then advised me to take ‘our girl’ up to the room and he’d set up security shifts. I didn’t even have it in me to bristle at the remark. He’d defended her today, and we wouldn’t have any blades without him. I didn’t have to like him to be grateful that he was here.
I deposited Avery down on the garish covers and wondered if I should wake her to get her to bathe or leave her to rest. The demon blood on me was itching and burning already. It was naturally caustic. My decision got made when Avery’s eyes flicked open. They were hazy with sleep when she focused on me.
“Erik?” asked, her voice croaky.
I offered her a glass of water. “
