Laci stared at Nazareth as he sat across from her at the table. She didn’t trust him, nor did she like him all that much. Why would she? He just appeared out of thin air, stalking her around the library, and then dropping some bombshell about a goddess of the Underworld putting a call on Laci, basically initiating her into Hekate’s service. Laci didn’t want to be in anyone’s service, especially some far out goddess of dead people.
“I hope you plan on cleaning up after those mutts before you leave,” Jayden said as she slid back into her own seat. “I don’t need to be stepping in dog shit when I walk through my yard.”
Maria Valentine poured Nazareth a cup of coffee and fixed him a plate of waffles. She remained quiet once she permitted the man into their house, which still surprised Laci, considering everything they had endured lately. Still, from what she remembered of her mother growing up, the Valentine matriarch was always given to hospitality.