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Rain kept her eyes glued on the road while she drove her car down the streets of New Orleans. Music occupied her ears as she enjoyed the feeling of wind running through her hair through an open window.
Her space at the parking lot of her building was waiting for her, and she threw the purse over her shoulder before walking to the trunk to unload the groceries.
"Do you need help, peaches?" Masculine voice spoke behind her, making her jump in surprise and drop the last bag on the ground. Rain turned around to find Marcel with a big, cocky smile on his handsome face.
"That was not funny, M." She scolded him, while massaging her chest in an attempt to stop her heart from bursting from her chest. "And yes."
He laughed, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Sorry. I couldn't resist."
Rain smacked him on the shoulder but smiled wide anyway, as they crouched down to collect the fallen items. Comfortable silence enveloped them all the way to her apartment. She opened the door and they both walked in, setting the bags on a kitchen counter.
"Coffee?" She asked him, and he nodded his head while putting the groceries away.
Rain made two mugs of bitter beverage and they sat on bar stools at the kitchen counter. She wrapped her fingers around the mug, ignoring the heat.
"How are you? Everything okay?" Rain asked him, relishing the taste of coffee on her tongue.
Marcel took a deep breath, tapping his nails on the porcelain mug. "I don't know, peaches. Something bad is coming." He voiced out, concern evident in his tone.
Rain frowned and placed her hand on top of his across the counter. "What do you mean?"
His chocolate eyes met hers, "My people informed me that witches are planning something. Your name was brought up."
Her movements stilled, chill running through her bones. "What do they want with me?"
He shook his head, squeezing her hand. "I don't know yet. But there's gonna be hell to pay if they try to hurt you."
Rain was used to his protectiveness and she welcomed it with open arms. She was evident of her strength and power, but not immortal. Marcel taught her how to use her voice as a weapon, turn her demons into power and fight against those who want to inflict harm.
She gave him a gentle smile, "I don't doubt that."
