Page 49 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Damn.

Quick.

“Where are you and Avalon staying?” he asked, willing to let them stay with him.

Nate shrugged.

“I have no clue. We’re also winging shit. I’m going to likely find a hotel outside of Salem. It needs to be a place where she’s safest. I need sleep, and I can’t rest until I know she’s safe,” he admitted, knowing every single husband there would understand where he was coming from on this one.

Raven raised his hand.

“You both can stay with Bex and myself. My home is warded to the Goddesses. You’re not going to be detected there. It’s keeping the dead safe, and it will keep you safe too, if you’ll trust me.”

Nate looked infinitely calmer after the offer. Honestly, he’d been worried about his wife, and how close this monster would get to her.

“Thank you,” he said. “We would love to stay with you and your wife.”

The dead?

He let that one go.

Nate knew it was the living who could hurt you, not the dead.

Avalon agreed.

“We appreciate it, Raven.”

To him, he’d rather have them there, so he could make sure they were all safe, than not there. While he trusted Lucian, this person needed to earn his trust.

Raven had been burned by people before, and he liked to make up his own mind regarding a person and their intentions.

Again, it kept them safe.

Plus, once they crossed the threshold—if they could cross it—he’d know if they were good or bad because evil couldn’t enter his sacred space.

That would be his determining factor as to if he trusted them, or he outed them for their bad intentions.

Julian was curious about the two Marines.

“We can put you with us.”

Bishop stopped him.

“They’ll stay at our place. I’m going to need help babysitting a pair of men who seem to have gotten their asses into trouble.”

She stared at her husband.

How was he topping that?

It wasn’t like she wasn’t right. Since starting this mess, he and Ridge had gotten into a lot of craziness.

The Marines didn’t care where they slept. They could sleep in a corner if need be. Granted, near Avalon was better, but Lucian was also in danger, so…

“Sleep over at the Monroes. This reminds us of old times. They were terrible, and we’re glad they aren’t back,” Jagger said, not hesitating or mincing words.

Oh, he loved Avalon and Nate, but he loved his new life more with The Hunters. They had a place of their own, and a tribe that loved them.

NOLA was home, sweet home, in a hellish ‘die by the sword’ kind of a way.