Ferrara
When she emerged from the bathroom, she was fully dressed.
"Sorry," she murmured. "I didn't expect to see you in the bed."
"Where else would I be?"
She prowled around the edge of the room and glanced at me warily. "You're hard to read," she said finally as she stopped at the bed.
"All you need to know, going forward, is that everything I do is to protect you." Pulling the sheet back, I gestured for her to climb in. "I need you."
She hesitated. "And when you don't need me anymore?"
"Our original deal still stands. You can leave." She acted like she had a choice. Our one ace up the sleeve was that whoever was attacking the witches didn't know that she was a null.
Form her vision, she had to know that was probably no longer true. She was safest with me.
"You haven't been the
