“And I didn’t even know you talked to Harry,” I go on. “Or called him Harry. I call him Harry. Because he’s my twin.”
“We talk occasionally,” Nik says, trying to be casual. “And he might have mentioned that you’re a tad overprotective at times and have a tendency to overreact.”
“Because he makes really dumb choices.” I roll my eyes. “Whatever. I’ll figure it out, but I’m pissed he offered up my horses. Not that I don’t want to take someone riding, because I do, but because neither horse is really suited for a beginner.” I make a face. “Maybe I should adopt a nice beginner-friendly horse.” I grab a bottle of white wine from the fridge and unscrew the cap. “Okay. It’ll be fine. The vet will be here around nine tomorrow, dentals will take a few hours, which then gives me time to clean the house, grocery shop, and de-ferret the guest room before meeting Keith to check out the haunted house and then be back here for dinner. Can you cook?” I ask Ethan.
“You know I could, but I have a client tomorrow at five,” he says almost apologetically.
“I can cook,” Nik offers. “As well as assist with housework.”
“Perfect,” I say with a smile. “We got this.” Going over to the cabinet, I grab two glasses and fill two with wine, handing one to Nik. “And then once Harry and his mysterious girlfriend are gone, we’ll get back to re-con.”
“Re-con?” Nik asks, taking a small sip of his wine.
“Yeah. We’re going to find out who framed Ethan and then get them back. Tenfold.”
ChapterSeven
“Ilove a good revenge story.” Nik piles rice onto his plate. “What are you going to do?”
Shrugging, I look at Ethan. “Honestly, I haven’t gotten that far. I’ve yet to curse anyone and that sounds kinda fun.” I can sense Ethan’s eyes on me. “Fun in a really fucked upwrongway.”
“What if it’s a demon?” Nik goes on.
“Then we’ll kill it,” Ethan and I say at the same time, making Ethan smile.
“A girl after my own heart,” he says, and I smile. “You know I find it so fucking hot to hear you talk murder.”
“As long as it’s about demons, right?” I smirk and raise my eyebrows. We’ve had this conversation before, and Ethan’s gray moral compass should be a red flag, but it isn’t to me.
“I still say we need to get a few pigs,” he only half jokes. “It would make getting away with murder that much easier.”
“Wouldn’t their poop have human DNA in it?” Nik asks, adding a ton of teriyaki sauce to his rice.
“I don’t know,” I reply, looking at Ethan in question. “I mean, I suppose?”
“I’m not sure how much they’d find in feces, but you’d have to be careful bites weren’t left behind. Hair and teeth aren’t digestible, so you’d just have to shave the head and pull out the teeth,” Ethan answers seriously. “And you’d probably have to break down some of the larger bones to make it more appealing for the pigs to eat them.” Ethan scoops up a spoonful of rice and shoves it in his mouth. I look at my demon-hunter, not sure if I should be turned on or concerned.
“Then what do you do with the hair and teeth?” Nik goes on.
“Burn it?” I suggest. “Though bones won’t burn. Scatter them across state lines?”
“No,” Ethan says with his mouthful and holds up a hand to let me know he’ll finish chewing before he goes on. “If they match DNA from different remains in different states, the FBI will get involved and you don’t want that.”
“Good point.”
“Just open a portal and toss the body inside,” Nik says and shrugs. “No one is going to find it in there.”
“Ohh, now that is a good idea.” I stab my fork through a green bell pepper and look up across the table. “We’re going to have to make sure to have a normal conversation at dinner tomorrow.”
“What do normal people talk about?” Ethan chuckles.
“I can always talk about horses.”
“Being the adult horse-girl isn’t normal,” he teases, playfully kicking me under the table before turning to Nik. “Neither is introducing yourself as their great-aunt’s former lover.”
“I see your point after doing the math,” Nik points out. “Though I still don’t see the stigma you humans have against age gaps. Love is love, right? I can promise you that Estelle had quite the sexual prowess until her hip gave out.”
“Eww,” I say, though I agree with him. “It’s been like twenty years since you last saw her. I don’t think you’d say the same if you went to the nursing home hoping for a wild night.”