The Moon Blessed stand rooted to the spot. Their skepticism is so palpable that it could be bottled and sold. The demon woman still smiles serenely, as though she hasn't just shaken their heads with her words of supposed generosity.
"Shelter? Feed us?" The Alpha Boy repeats again, tone filled with suspicion.
Val jabs his ribs with her elbow. "Dude, don't question it. Take the offer before they change their minds and decide to roast us instead."
Some of the Moon Blessed chuckle nervously, but Heidi doesn't. She can't. Her instincts are screaming. Demons don't sound like aunts offering cookies. And yet here they are, standing behind Morgan and Grayson like their creepy choir, offering treehouses and dinner.
Her eyes travel to Morgan and Grayson.
