Chapter 6 Chapter 6
We stepped through the portal on my back deck. Connor opened one of the French doors leading into the house. This set took us into my galley kitchen. It was tiny. Whenever I start binge watching home improvement shows I always want to sledge hammer out the wall between the kitchen and the living room. Make it one big room. That open concept thing everyone talks about. But really, it's not as if I cook. So. It worked just fine for me.
"How long until he calls?” Connor asked as he walked over to the mini fridge on the counter and pulled out a soda. He carried his soda into the living room where he sat facing the other set of French doors on the huge sectional that took up most of the room.
"I'm guessing a few hours. Unless he thinks he hallucinate us." I answered as I walked to the end table where I had left my cup of blood. A quick swig told me it was still warm enough to drink, so I flopped down beside Connor so we could come up with a plan. I sent a quick text to my bosses to let them know what had happened. While I was texting, Connor made a few calls to verify the council had been made aware of Cyrus’ death.
I absently ran my fingers through Bask’s soft fur while contemplating if another talk with him about how the chaise lounge part of the couch was mine would do any good. If I’d known how huge he would be when he showed up as a pup at my place a few years back I might not have kept him. At the time he was so skinny I could see his ribs through his brindle fur. Now he was a hundred and five pound throw pillow. Only time he left the couch was to flop on the back deck. I named him Baskin Robbins due to their famous line of having 31 flavors. He looked like he had 31 different breeds in him. I was pretty sure there were no hunting dogs in the mix. Deer have wonder up on the deck and looked in the wall of windows across the back and he didn’t even lift his head. I’ve often wondered if he was mixed with some kind of sloth.
Hearing my phone go off, I pulled it from my back pocket. Oh goody. A text from the boss. My eyes slid over to Connor to make sure he was still focus on his call. Opening the text I saw that I was officially ordered to look into the murder of Cyrus Howl. I shook my head. If my bosses were paying attention something big was stirring. For the most part they leave me to my own devices. I interact with the council and other leaders of the supernatural world on their behalf. Most are unaware of who I really work for and they want to keep it that. Those that do know, accept my authority out of fear my bosses will show up. Which basically makes me untouchable. I have been known to use that to my advantage. But honestly, it would be bad for all involved if my superiors decided to become directly involved with the world again.
After finishing off my blood, I left Connor to his calls. Running quickly up the steps I entered my room. Another reason I had to have this house. The entire second floor was my room and en suite. Using a set of pictures depicting ice blue roses with silver accents as inspiration, I’d carried the color theme throughout the room. Two walls of windows allowed me to enjoy the wooded view that surrounded me. Since the nearest neighbors were about ten acres away, in any direction, I never bothered to close the curtains. Polished horizontal wooded planks covered the few walls. Standing once again in my closet I reached for another outfit. This time, a pantsuit. I hate it when I have to look official. Leather is so much more me. Sighing, I quickly dressed and walked over to the vanity for a hairstyle change.
I ran lightly down the stairs and grabbed my cup from the coffee table where I’d left it. Good grief, Connor was still on the phone. I much preferred my boss texting me to having to have actual phone conversations. Gah. The horror. My eyes narrowed when I opened the dishwasher. How dare it be full! Had to rearrange a few things, but, I got the cup and lid to fit. Thankfully I was always good at Tetris. Once I heard the motor kick on, I flipped the little magnet on the dishwasher so it said “clean”. Nothing like opening the dishwasher looking for a clean cup and they are all dirty. I know I should put everything away. But, then I wouldn’t be able to find anything.
Hearing Connor finish his call, I headed back to the living room.