There was so much between us, none of it normal.
What were we?
We reached the main doors and stepped out into the sun.
Mac pounced. “Are you all right?”
“Fine.”
“You passed?”
“I did.”
“Do you have a guild?”
“No. And quit with the third degree. I’ll explain later.”
Mac glared at Grey. “Why didn’t you fix it for her?”
It almost looked like he rolled his eyes, but the Devil of Darkvale would never stoop to such a common thing. He ignored Mac and looked at me. “I’ll see you soon.”
“I’ll—”
He turned and walked away.
Damn.
I shot Mac a look. “What a weirdo. Just walking away like that?”
She shrugged. “He’s the Devil of Darkvale. He the ultimate weirdo.” She sighed. “But he was really worried about you when we thought you were dead. You should have seen him.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I went with silence.
Mac grabbed my arm. “Come on. I’ve got something to show you.”
She dragged me through the streets of Guild City. Since the dome had dropped, the mood of the city had been festive. The danger from Ivan hadn’t lasted long, but it had been intense. The swell of dark magic that had rolled over the town had given its citizens a frightening glimpse of their possible fate, and when it had been averted, everyone wanted to celebrate.
A few minutes later, we reached our building. Mac shoved her way through the green door, which was already unlocked.
“Isn’t that weird?” I asked. “It should be locked.”
“Normally, yes.” She raced up the stairs to my flat, flinging open the door.
I followed her. As soon as I peeked my head in, a chorus of voices shouted, “Surprise!”
I blinked.
My flat had been decorated, albeit in a haphazard fashion. Furniture of all different styles and colors filled the space, as well as crazy artwork on the walls featuring colorful animals.
Eve and Quinn stood inside. The witches I’d met last week, Beth, Coraline, and Mary, were also there, dressed in insane ensembles of feathers and colorful leather. It was a cool look. Cordelia sat on the couch, looking pleased as punch.
Balloons decorated the walls, and they all held glasses of champagne.
I grinned. “What is this?”
“Surprise party!” Eve said. “Your official welcome to town. We got you a few things for your place.” She turned and gestured to a sign. “And also this.”
The plaque was dark wood carved with scrolled white writing that read, Carrow Burton: Supernatural Sleuth.