“I couldn’t impose on you, and you know it.”
He could but won’t for whatever reason. I may have kept secrets from him before Lucian freed me, but that doesn’t mean I know all of Jace’s.
I won’t push him. When he’s ready to share, I’ll be here, and I hope he knows that.
“Lucian won’t let them kick you out.”
Jace laughs.
“What’s he gonna do? Kill the dean and the whole school board?”
“If he has to.”
Jace smirks. “Can he take care of Sorrowhand while he’s at it?”
I roll my eyes.
I don’t know what it is about his necromancy professor, but Jace absolutely hates him. And I’m not entirely sure it’s only because Jace is failing his class.
“I’m sure it won’t come to that. We still have another two months before the end of the semester. Two months to work on your magic and figure it out.”
“Two months to stress my guts out and be miserable, you mean.” His belly rumbles, and I shake my head.
When did my best friend become such a pessimist?
“Shut up and eat. The mouse will still be there when you’re done.”
Jace scratches his head and purses his lips.
“I’m all out.”
“Yeah, that’s why I brought you food.” I glance at my bag, and Jace’s eyes widen with excitement.
“Really? Oh my goddess. What would I ever do without you?”
“Probably turn into a skeleton. Now go on. I made you bibimbap and bulgogi. It should still be warm. I cast a spell to keep them nice and toasty.”
Jace opens the bag before I’m done speaking and stuffs himself with food. A tug in my chest makes me smile. I never realized how good looking after people could be until I started cooking for Lucian and Jace. Seeing them savor every bite, every moment, the light in their eyes getting brighter and their bellies fuller, gives me more satisfaction than I’ve ever known. And who would guess cooking would be something I enjoy after spending an eternity catering to those monsters I called my step-family.
I lay his clothes on the bed and join him on the floor before grabbing a pair of chopsticks and nibbling on some of the beef.
“We found a place,” I tell him.
“Really?” He sprays food but doesn’t give a damn.
“I didn’t ask for the weather!” I laugh. “And yeah, really.”
“Where?” This time, he puts his hand in front of his mouth.
I tell him about St. Frances church and the ghost tour, and he pauses long enough to frown.
“You want to get married in a haunted church? A demon and a witch? Are you…crazy?”
“Only slightly.” I smirk. “It’s gorgeous though. And it feels special to both of us. You know how important that is for demons.”
“So…are you ready to set the date?”
I nod and hide behind my chopsticks. Unsuccessfully, might I add.
