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He sighed, eyes flicking back and forth, unable to focus just yet. He was thinking, assessing. A lie wouldn’t fit here. “I was honestly hoping for a job outside of the supernatural,” Carter confessed, finally settling his gaze. “But if that’s what you need–then I’ll help you.”
He’d never seen anything like it before. It certainly had all the earmarks of the occult—the dark stain around it, the way it seemed soaked into the wood grain of the floor. It had to be blood. Blood and the occult together? Bad news.
Carter stood back from it, not wanting to draw any closer until he understood what he was seeing. “What do you think it means?” he asked softly.
Mara rubbed Carter’s arm from her position behind his chair, offering their new acquaintance a small, apologetic smile. “I'm sorry. I only mean it's something that should be considered. I'm sure Carter will agree with me." She gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
Carter took her encouragement, and tried to emulate Mara's quiet strength. “I do," he assured them, leaning forward slightly in his seat. “I really do." He studied the person across from them, the one who'd sought his assistance. “Every precaution needs to be taken—even magical." Maybe even especially magical. “Mara's right. It should definitely be considered."
He sighed, eyes flicking back and forth, unable to focus just yet. He was thinking, assessing. A lie wouldn’t fit here. “I was honestly hoping for a job outside of the supernatural,” Carter confessed, finally settling his gaze. “But if that’s what you need–then I’ll help you.”
He’d never seen anything like it before. It certainly had all the earmarks of the occult—the dark stain around it, the way it seemed soaked into the wood grain of the floor. It had to be blood. Blood and the occult together? Bad news.
Carter stood back from it, not wanting to draw any closer until he understood what he was seeing. “What do you think it is? What it means?” he asked softly.
He’d never seen anything like it before. It certainly had all the earmarks of the occult—the dark stain around it, the way it seemed soaked into the wood grain of the floor. It had to be blood. Blood and the occult together? Bad news.
Carter stood back from it, not wanting to draw any closer until he understood what he was seeing. “What do you think it means?” he asked softly.
He peered closely, with a small measure of incredulity. “Are you... drunk?” Well, it all made sense now.
He held up his hands in the universal gesture that he was unarmed. “Hey, hey… take it easy. I’m trying to help you.”
