38

Nerthus

“Why are you whispering?” He says nonchalantly, and I roll my eyes, wetting my lips.

“Arawn. There is someone in the house. Before you came, someone tried to get me outside and messed with the trash. As I wanted to get back in, the door was open! Whoever they are, they are in here.” I answer in a whisper-shout.

His rumbling laughter has me jumping. Literally.

“It was you then.” I hit him playfully. “You asshole.”

“No.” He says, still chuckling.

“What?”

“There is absolutely someone here.”

“What’s funny? Are you fucking psycho?”

“Yeah.” He simply states, laughing again.

Raising back up to his full high, he opens his leather jacket, showing me his left side.

“Take it.”

I take a step forward automatically, just to flinch back at the sight of it and cross my arms. “Nuh-uh. I’m not touching that thing.”

“Nerthus!”

Clicking my tongue, I reach for his gun, pulling it out of his holster.

“Why did I not see that before?”

“Because I take it off before I meet you. The lights distracted m