Chapter 3
Soon afterward, Rosemary told Will he needed to rest. His comment about being at war had disturbed her more than she wanted to admit, although she knew he’d only been trying to be truthful, had wanted to make sure she knew what they were up against. Which she supposed was the right thing to do, except that she had so little experience with this sort of thing. Michael and Will had been fighting the forces of darkness for years; she was late to the game and finding she didn’t like it very much.
Once Will was asleep — she knew he slept because the rhythm of his breathing changed, and something very close to a snore escaped his nose — Rosemary got her purse, which she’d slung over the back of the chair where she’d been sitting, and retrieved her phone. By that time, it was past ten
