Anya
She wasn’t stupid. She knew there were risks to this.
But she also saw the chances of that jackass showing up with some goon friends of his. Slim.
What’s more?
Grim, sweet man that he is, was testing out one of those nifty bags that keep demons away. Hopefully. It was all of the areas of protection they needed to keep everyone safe.
They were both in his modest living room. It was dark, cold, empty of life. Yet, there was a new scented candle on the coffee table. A decoration, if one could call it that. He sat in a short swivel stool like one in a doctor’s office and sprinkled smelly crap into little pieces of cloth over a small desk.
Grim bit back a smile, held in a laugh… something. He was partly amused and unamused when Anya merely suggested a circle of salt around the ca
