Stephano still couldn’t believe the ignorance he faced all his life a week later. There were real witches, demons, and everything else in between running the streets of New York City. It was a mind f**k really, but he couldn’t spaz out.
Being head of his familia made him ready for a lot of things. And having a controlled expression even in the face of fear or danger was one of them. So he kept that expression on his face even though he was a little freaked out.
Watching Brianna deal with a couple of demons who’d gotten too close to their grounds made him even more uneasy. The beautiful Nubian goddess looked so sweet and delicate. But with a staff in hand, a cloak on, and a hat supposedly given to her by the God of Death, Stephano knew she was far from delicate.
Falling into step
