For a second, all I could do was stand there and stare at her.
Then my body remembered how to move.
"Come here," I said, voice rougher than intended.
Rhiannon pushed herself up in one quick motion, half running the last couple of steps between us.
Up close, I could see the faint shadows under her eyes, the way tension sat in her shoulders and the way it all eased the moment she really looked at me.
"You're late," she muttered, but there was no real bite in it.
"Got kidnapped by your great-grandmother and demon mother," I said.
"Of course you did," she huffed. "Only you would go on a date with my ancestors without me."
"Trust me," I said dryly, "it was not a date."
"Uh-huh. Tell that to the chili dust in your hair."
Her hand came up automatically, fingers brushing through my hair, and whatever half-formed comeback I had died on my tongue.
Right. Inside. Door. Hallway cameras.
