After the sheriff had finished his rounds, all five of them left the house. At the vehicles, they paused, and Killian glanced at Ivan. He didn’t want to let the witch out of his sight. He needed something from him, something more concrete than a vague suggestion that he could take Killian on as an apprentice. To his credit, the witch seemed to know.
“There anywhere around here I could buy you a coffee in the middle of the night?”
“Don’t think so,” Killian said. “Downside of small towns is people actually sleep.”
Ivan chuckled.
“There are hotels though,” Killian ventured. “Probably could find one with a coffee pot.”
“That’ll do.” Ivan gestured towards his truck. “Hop in.”
Killian looked to Helen, who’d been right next to him but now had vanished as quickly as the spirit had in the hou
