“No,” he answered easily. “It’s just the truth. Come on.”
Wondering if she’d made a terrible decision in attempting to ward the house, Rosemary followed Will into the living room. He took the books from under his arm and set them on the coffee table, then went over to the antique cupboard placed up against one wall and extracted a small plastic bottle from one of the shelves inside. Silently, he handed it to her, and she took it from him.
“Holy water?” she asked, and he nodded.
“It never hurts to have a decent supply around.”
No, she supposed it didn’t. The bottle looked completely prosaic, but she had to trust that the liquid it contained was the thing she needed to create some viable demon-repelling wards.
Without waiting for her to comment, he went on, “Before you start creating th
