“You’re obviously not going back to your apartment tonight,” Wyatt said.
He’d already notified the coven of what had happened at my place, and we were waiting for our food order at Wong’s, a local Chinese restaurant with red-and-gold wallpaper and one too many paper lanterns hanging overhead. It wasn’t too busy at this hour, but there was always a bit of time to burn while waiting for the freshly made spring rolls and fried rice. This place was a hidden gem.
“Yeah, I figured that much.” I sighed, fiddling with a pair of chopsticks. “But my rent’s paid up. I will go back at some point. I guess I’ll be staying at the coven for a few days, after all.”
“You should put in your notice, still,” Wyatt offered. “You’re much safer in the coven. You might even end up liking it better than that apa
