Brady:
"You and I... well," I scratched the back of my head. "We're sort of like 'pets', as bad as that sounds. If you don't have a Darkling protecting you, you're as good as dead, in some cases, if you aren't looking about you."
"Dead?" she asked. "Isn't that a little extreme?"
"Imps are extreme," Leah muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "And they'll kill. Don't expect to get through that as a seer."
"But why does it matter if I'm a seer?"
This time, Titus answered. "Well, my dear, because we can't steal the souls of just any human."
Once again, his words made the group silent. The awkward tension could easily be cut with a knife.
"Don't act as if I'm not an imp," he chuckled, resting his hands behind his head lazily. "My whole lot in life may not depend on the need to kill, but I'm not ignorant to it."
Emma came to my side once more, her hand reaching out to touch my shoulder. The look her in eyes made my stomach knot. I felt instantly sorry for running out as I did.
"You're cold," she murmured. "You need to go home soon."
I nodded, not wanting to worry her anymore than I had already. "As well as you, Emma."
"Leaving so soon?" Leah asked, brow raised. "If so, I should probably give you my real number... that might be more appropriate."
"Yeah, I think we'll stay for a bit," I said, smiling softly before taking my seat once more. Emma floated down beside me, her small shoulders slumped in a disappointment manner.
