Chapter Nineteen
We need to leave,” Regal said the next morning as he took a bottle of Lysol and sprayed the entire room.
“Why?” Keir asked, coughing as a plume of disinfectant swept past him.
“This place isn’t good for us. Not enough people.”
“To hunt?” The tone of Keir’s voice was bitter with lingering anger toward the demon.
Regal shook his head. “No. To hide among. Any angel or demon could sense us from a mile away.”
“Do you think Viraine is following us?” Keir asked, trying to mask his nervousness by seeming apathetic.
“Maybe. It’s best to keep on the move,” Regal explained. “We’ll keep heading west. I have a place in Chicago that I rent out. We can stay there.”
The two checked out of the hotel, not bothering to pack any belongings with them, and headed to the new apartment.
