18. The Meeting
“I’ve sent a message to Drake, as promised.” Danny said. “I imagine he’ll be here soon enough. Maybe you should put some clothes on.”
“I doubt he’ll come rushing over. He seems to prefer it when I’m in need of rescuing. I think it makes him feel important,” I laughed.
Danny snorted. “I think he likes the fact that he’s still very much a part of your life.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe, but the only way he’s going to get what he wants is if I’m possessed again.”
“Please, Helena, don’t even joke about that,” Danny begged.
“Fine,” I said. “But he won’t be here today, I’m telling you now.”
I pulled on a robe and fastened it about my waist. The sun was still shining brightly and I longed to walk through the garden in my bare feet. When I stepped through the front door
