It wasn’t really like him to just follow someone to a different country and yet, here he was. But Zoya wasn’t just anyone, she was the only person who knew what he was. And, as they grew closer, that became a freeing feeling for Cal. One he didn’t really want to lose. So, yes, here he was, following Zoya back to London where she lived with members of her coven. People who didn’t know him and most likely didn’t know he was invited to stay in their house with them while he figured out what exactly he wanted to do here.
He walked down the stairs, hand coming to lightly scratch the back of his head as he re-examined the house. He was half-expecting something you’d see from a movie for a witch den but this place was pretty normal aside from the very large training room just off of the living area. “Ahhhh, thank god,” he said to the blonde when he entered the kitchen, making a beeline straight for the coffee. “We should go out,” he said as he turned around, mug in hand, and leaned back against the counter, “You have to show me the sights after all.” He looked around the kitchen and realized just how quiet it was in the house. “Where is everyone?” he asked her now, “I thought it would be my big debut this morning.”
“I AM VERY glad you said that, because we both know how bad my cooking is and how that offer was filled with fake confidence.” Zoya confessed with laughter as she peered over her coffee cup. She had quickly adapted to the mindset of fake it ‘til you make it, but it had taken time for confidence in her abilities to grow. “Of course, the sights.” living in London, it was easy to forget how much of a tourist trap the city could be. “Are you wanting off the beaten track sights or are we going full tourist mode?” she wiggled her eyebrows at Cal with a soft chuckle.
“Well I thought I could ease you into things a little...” Zoya began as she moved to join him beside the coffee pot, trailing her hand along the counter. “They can all be pretty intense in their own way, and you’re new so they like to make sure they’ve peed enough on their own territory, you know?” she quirked her head to the side a little, unsure if her little analogy made any sense. “Besides they’re either training or at some meeting about the bodies they’ve been finding. Don’t worry, you’ll meet everyone, I promise.”