“I think I need some air.” I slid off the stool and headed for the exit. Willow fell into step beside me, a comforting shadow at my side.
There was a bite to the night air. Fall was approaching fast. I embraced the chill. Feeling it meant I was still mortal, human in some small way. I clung to that.
The scent of cigarettes tainted the air. I wrinkled my nose and flashed a mock glare at Willow. “Why do you do that?”
Puffing away on a smoke, he leaned against the building and shrugged. “Because I can. It’s not like it’s going to kill me. And it goes well with the tequila.”
Laughter released some of the tension I’d been holding. I was able to relax. Standing in the parking lot after drinking with a fallen angel, all I could do was laugh.
The Feds would be calling in their favor in the near future. Shya openly admitted his plan to sacrifice me for access to greater power. Not to mention the forbidden vampire lover intent on making me crazy. One might say I had a lot on my plate.
None of it mattered. It didn’t. Because once it did, I would be made powerless. The fact that I was still standing, still ready to fight, that meant something. I was a Hound of God, the light half of a twin flame. I didn’t come this far to die without fulfilling my purpose. Whether that was to clean up Vegas or to find a way to stop Shya, I didn’t know. But I was ready to find out.
I could do this. No, I would do this.
One day at a time.