✦Riven✦
Jeremy walked me back to the motel like he expected me to bolt. Not that I blamed him. The night air pressed cold against my torn sleeve, and every step made the wound on my arm pull. The lower demon hadn’t cut cleanly. It had ripped. The claw marks burned beneath my skin, but the pain from that was simple. The oath marks were worse. They waited until I was inside my motel room before they truly woke. Jeremy stayed outside the door. I heard him settle against the wall, quiet but alert. Grayson hadn’t trusted me enough to leave me unguarded. That was fair. Trust wasn’t something I had earned. I locked the door because habit was stronger than sense. Then I laughed once, low and tired. A locked door meant nothing here. Not to wolves. Not to witches. Not to demons. Not to the Council
