It did feel good to walk down the hill after that, to hold hands as we made our way to the building where Brandon’s flat was located. All around us were visitors to our town, people who had no idea that the couple walking hand-in-hand past them were a witch and a warlock, or that this quaint little place had been under attack by demons only a few weeks earlier. I envied those tourists’ ignorance, even as I halfway resented the way we had to hide our true natures from them. It was just the way things were, I knew, but even so, always pretending, always hiding, got to be tiring after a while.
We went up two flights of stairs to reach the third floor. I’d asked Lucinda to wait for us at Brandon’s place because she was already with him, and also because we’d have a heck of a lot more privacy
