Amazed, I craned my neck until I spotted Bis on his shelf. It ran along the entire interior of the steeple, and it looked cozy. I didnt know there was electricity up here.
I ran a line up through the walls, Bis said proudly, shifting his wings in a leathery hush.
Wayde exhaled as he sat on the sill, his back to the night, one booted foot dangling, one touching the worn floorboards. The rain on the roof sounded niceit smelled even better. That kid is better than a snake, he said, and I didnt think he meant the living kind. Three minutes, and he had it to me.
Wow, you guys do good work. This looks great! I said. There was a single camp-style bed in the corner, almost hidden behind the antique marble-top dresser that had been here when we bought the place. A small electric heater sat across the room, humming faintly. The faded fainting couch was beside it, and the shelf where Id once had my demon curse books. I felt warm as I remembered what Marshal and I had done on the couch, then shifted awkwardly.
Its small, Wayde said, eyes on the huge bell acting like a fake ceiling. But I like it. Its the first time Ive been in any one place longer than a month. It feels good to settle, I guess.
I came farther in, fidgeting inside as I tried to find a graceful way to bring up his work habits. My old folding chair was set beside the bed, the one I used to sit on when Id come up here to get away from everyone and just watch the rain. Ive never lived anywhere other than Cincinnati. Long term, that is.
Wayde had gone back to his work, and he picked up his hammer, ripping the last bit of molding out. You name it, Ive been there.
Detroit, I said, thinking his back looked strong, from running probably, since his muscles were smooth, not chunky from weights.
I flushed when he turned, catching me ogling him, but he was pointing to a skid-mark tattoo on his arm. Detroit, he said in challenge.
Okay. I like games. Atlanta?
Hammer still in his hand, he pointed to a blue star on his shoulder. It was sending sparks out, one of which was setting the tail of a snaking dragon on fire.
New Orleans? I asked next, and Waydes ears went red.
Uh, trust me on that one, he said, then swore under his breath as he looked at the clock on the dresser and set his hammer down.
Its on his butt, Bis volunteered. A naked woman with a saxophone.
Wayde reached for his shirt and frowned at Bis. That was privileged information.
Bis laughed and wheezed, and I watched him shake out a big pillow and settle on it. There was a bowl up there, too, and the shirt that Jenks had gotten him last June, right next to a vase of plastic flowers and a picture hed once asked for of the garden. Jeez, I shouldve asked if he had what he wanted.
Thanks for being so nice to Bis, I said softly, the guilt running high. He just seemed so independent.
Dont worry about me, Ms. Morgan, Bis said. It was only scraps of wood. If I was at home, Id be out on the roof with my parents. I dont need all this stuff.
But he clearly appreciated it. He had a real space, and I couldnt help but feel that Id let him down. One more thing that had fallen by the wayside.
I think its turning out good, Wayde was saying as he stuffed his shirt into his jeans. I dont get a chance to use my hands much.
Are you cold, Ms. Morgan? Bis said, his wings opening up. I can warm this place up better than that heater.
Waving my hand for him to stay there, I shook my head. Im good, I said, pushing up to my feet. I, ah, just came to talk to Wayde for a moment.
Wayde hesitated. I usually only hear that from a woman who wants to break up with me. He faced me squarely, pulling to his full height. What?
Heart pounding, I forced myself to stop fidgeting. Dont take this the wrong way . . .
He squinted at me, his stance becoming aggressive. Too late. What? he repeated.
I took a deep breath. Why was this so hard? HAPA is calling me out, I said, my attention following the grain of the floor. Theyre after my blood, literally, and I wanted to ask if you needed help or anything from the FIB until we get them.
You dont think Im good enough to keep you safe, he said blandly, and my head came up. Damn it, I was trying to be grown up here, and he was going to get touchy.
No, I insisted, but I sounded insincere even to me. Youre great at your job. Im not helpless, so I dont think round-the-clock protection is needed, but Im on HAPAs hit list and
Let me tell you something, witch, he said, taking a step forward and pointing at me with a stiff finger. But then he hesitated and looked at his watch. Shit, were going to be late. Ive a better idea. Let me show you something.
My air came in fast and I pulled away, but I was too slow, and with a gasp and a yank, I found myself caught in a submission hold, my back to Waydes front, held tight. Hey! I yelped, wiggling and finding I was really caught. Damn, he was fast. What are you doing?
We have to meet David for your appointment, and since you think Im not good enough, Im going to prove it to you.
Appointment? My tattoo? I didnt think that was until Friday! Prove what? I said, my heart pounding and my breath fast. That youre a bully? Let me go, I insisted, not caring so much about the damn tattoo as him thinking he could manhandle me like this.