SILHOUETTED BY THE moon, Sean’s frame filled the gateway, as I made my return. With my fingers hooked over the waistband of the dead witch’s jeans, I took one awkward step after another, hauling her beside me as I willed myself to get to him sooner. Metres from the gate, my fingers uncurled, and she slid down my leg to thump on the ground.
Sean’s crooked finger beckoned me over, and being a dutiful mate, I stepped straight into his arms and pressed my face to his chest.
“How long until Ethan gets here?” he asked after a while.
“An hour ... maybe.”
“Where are we?”
“Place called Little Hampton.” I pulled away to look up at him, sent him a small smile of regret. “Time to start cleaning up.”
He nodded, reluctantly it seemed, and trailed me into the garden.
I headed straight for an outsi
