Capítulo 109: Book 2 : Chapter 7

A few days later.

"We could go back to the Mafia archive," Max suggested as we continued to walk, exasperated from the heat of the exposed countryside and completely out of ideas of what to do about Milly. I can't remember how we even ended up in this particularly dry sunflower field but the strong powdery aroma was irritating my nose and the thick itchy stalks were getting on my last nerve as we tried our best to wade through them.

"We definitely couldn't. Do you have a death wish?" I responded before letting out a huge sigh. "Hecate's bloody amulet could be anywhere in the entire bloody world."

"And we only have a limited amount of time before your psycho of a mate turns up and drags you back to America and leaves me in a bloody mess on the floor," Max added.

"Unnecessarily morbid. Thanks, Maximus," I replied. "And he's not a psycho. He's just very overly protective of someone who doesn't want nor need to be protected."

"He is the definition of a psycho."