All put together, Derik led me out of the bathroom, and we went up toward Beenie’s wing, then up to the tower. Cain was already in there, the candles and pentagram ready.
He gave us a droll stare. “If you ask me to do something for you and I give you an hour, how about a little warning before you spend that time doing things I do not want to open the link on? I’m scarred for life.”
Derik tensed, annoyed that he had seen anything he shouldn’t, but I just shrugged.
“If you give us an hour to waste, then just assume that’s what we are going to be doing,” I countered, and he rolled his eyes.
“Got it. We should get this going,” he urged, and I frowned at the clipped tone.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. He shook his head.
“Not really.”
Derik stopped me from going to sit in the pent
