"There's a little left to do. Keenan's agreed to finish it for me while we go visit the Sanders." She rubbed Knox's upper arms. "I need to take a quick shower."
"If I wasn't almost dressed, I'd shower with you."
She smiled and pressed a kiss to his throat. "I won't be long."
It was no more than an hour later that they pulled up outside the Sanders' house. Like last time, both Levi and Tanner decided to accompany them inside. Wyatt opened the door, looking weary and resigned. He'd clearly been expecting them.
Having led them into the kitchen, he said, "Congratulations on the pregnancy."
"Thank you," said Harper.
"We heard what happened to Pamela and Rupert." Muttering a curse, Wyatt scrubbed a hand down his face. "I saw the crime scene photos. It was bad. Look, I'm guessing you suspect McCauley of being involved and I'm not surprised. If they'd died from a house fire, I'd suspect him too. But stabbing them to death?" Wyatt shook his head. "He's just a boy."
"You're right, he is," said Knox, positioning himself close to Harper – protective and possessive. His demon didn't like her being around these people, and it watched Wyatt as it would a cobra.
"But … ?"
"But it's odd that the family seems to be dropping like flies."
Harper absentmindedly put a protective hand on her stomach. "How's he been?"
"No different." Wyatt sighed. "Linda dotes on him, but she gets no thanks for it."
"Where is Linda?" Harper glanced at the doorway.
"In the backyard, hanging up the laundry. She doesn't know you're here yet."
"Somebody does." Harper tipped her chin toward the doorway, where McCauley's shadow could be seen, plain as day. "You might as well come in, kid."
The boy slowly entered the room, his movements mechanical.
Knox turned to face him, still staying close to Harper. "Hello, McCauley."
"Hello," he said simply. He looked up at Wyatt. "May I have a drink of water, please?"
Harper almost shuddered. He was so polite it was actually freaky.
Wyatt's smile was forced. "Sure." As Wyatt filled a glass with water, McCauley turned to Harper.
She felt his mind brush against hers and narrowed her eyes. "That was very rude." Demons might be tactile, but they were fussy about who had the permission to touch them, whether physically or psychically. That was largely why her own demon was pissed.
What did he do? Knox asked.
Touched my mind. As Knox went rigid beside her, she curled her hand around his arm. Don't give him a reaction. "You should be careful," she told McCauley. "A lot of demons would retaliate big time over something like that."
The kid seemed completely unaffected by her warning. "You won't hurt me."
Harper arched a brow. "You sure about that?"
"You won't," he stated confidently. "But your child will."
The words chilled her blood, but she didn't jump to the baby's defense, curious if that was what the little cambion wanted. Her demon bared its teeth – it didn't like the boy one teensy, weensy bit.
He took the glass of water from Wyatt. "Thank you."
Knox spoke before McCauley could turn to leave. "I came to tell you that, unfortunately, Pamela and Rupert won't be coming back to see you."
"I know, sir. Linda and Wyatt told me that they're dead."
Knox tilted his head. "You must be very upset to hear they're gone."
The boy nodded, then turned back to Harper. "Are you going to give your baby away?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Even though it's bad?"
"The baby isn't bad," she told him.
"My demon says it is."
"I'll bet your demon says everyone's bad," she said. "It doesn't want to share you. Does it want to hurt the people who are good to you? Does it get jealous?"
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McCauley didn't answer, but his shoulders stiffened.
"Was it jealous of your relationship with Pamela and Rupert?" she asked.
"Of course not," he said, tone flat. "Why would it be?"
Harper exchanged a look with Knox. At first, I thought he and the demon wanted revenge, she told Knox. What if the demon just wants rid of any competition to its parental role?
At that moment, Linda walked into the room carrying a laundry basket. She'd obviously heard their voices, because she didn't look surprised to see them. Her smile of greeting was strained. "McCauley, why don't you go on upstairs?"