Roman Eliot

Forty-four

Roman Eliot

Potions took a long time to make. Which meant that there was at least two days for them to wait as it simmered. No one knew they were there yet so it was time to take an opportunity for them to lay low and figure out a plan. It also gave Roman a chance to connect with Nora again. “Are you still feeling good about this?” Roman asked.

The two of them had found one of the rooms, and were staying in there. There were even some old clothes that they’d changed into. “Yes,” said Nora, “I think making Winter the High Priestess makes a lot of sense. She knows The Coven. I don’t. And I think…I think it will give her and Ares a chance to work through some things.”

He smiled at her. “It’s nice to see you understanding how important mates are now.”

She smiled back. “Well, it helps that I’ve got a pretty great one that comes calling whenever I’m in trouble.”

The two of them had crawled into bed. The room they were in