By the time the two of them took care of everything that absolutely had to be done it was well past midnight. The pair had finished by cleaning the worst of the blood from Johnathan’s front room, before retreating by unspoken mutual consent from the scene of the c*****e into Johnathan’s bedroom, and collapsing on the rug in front of the hearth there. Johnathan kicked off his boots, and Fionn followed suit, both settling tiredly in front of the flames, which were the room’s only light. Fionn spread his wings out, as if to catch the warmth in them.
“Your bed is still made up in the attic,” said Johnathan after a long silence. “If you want to go to it, that is.”
“Stairs. Ugh.” Fionn made a face. “Maybe in a bit. Anyway it’s warmer in here right now.”
“Yeah.” There was a fairly comfortable
