“Bury him deeply. If anyone asks, tell them he ran off after someone he met in a bar.” Chevalier thought
briefly, “Just say he got tired of waiting for Emily and left.” More was said but his voice was too low for
Emily to make out the words.
“Will do, Sir. Are you really taking her to the coven?” He sounded surprised.
Chevalier nodded, “It’s hard to explain, but yes.”
“And, Kyle… thank you. I owe you a lot for this.” Kyle and Chevalier shook hands and then Chevalier
was in his seat pulling the sleek car onto the highway.
Emily drifted in and out of sleep all through the night. When dawn came, she opened her eyes and looked
at Chevalier. He seemed relaxed and content. She cleared her throat before speaking, “Déjà vu, huh?”
He smiled over at her, “Why yes… it is oddly familiar.”
“Did you really kill Keith?” She already knew the answer.
“I’m sorry he made you do that.”
“I’m not, I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he said matter-of-factly. He didn’t seem upset at all by the
thought of killing someone, “Kyle called me back when he heard the shouting and smelled blood.”
Chevalier’s jaw tightened, he was still angry.
“Your life would be so much simpler if you’d have kept going,” Emily told him, pulling her seat back
into the upright position.
