Silas glanced around as she fiddled with the sticking deadbolt. No security cameras. Barely any lights. Perhaps he needed to pay her lending agent a visit. You’re her lending agent. She lives with you now, remember? Self-satisfaction curled through him as memories from the night before flared in his blood. He had constant access to his little witchling now. His. Somehow, he managed not to balk at the word.
