her.
“Are you Fallon’s wife?” she croaked, sure her face revealed her distress.
“No. Fallon is single.” Wendy told her, a knowing smile on her face. “I’m his partner, Kieran’s wife. We’re living here until our house is rebuilt. Damn demons burnt it down.” She slid the tray closer to the bed and motioned for her to sit up so she could push yet another pillow behind her back. “You’ll meet the others when they get home. It won’t be until dawn though.”
“What exactly are they, Fallon and your husband?” Tonia asked reaching for the sandwich, her appetite restored. "Who are the Protectors?"
Wendy plopped down on the edge of the bed biting her bottom lip. “Oh gosh, I'm not sure how much I can tell you. Fallon, Kieran and Logan West, who also lives here, are Protectors. They are demon slayers. They protect humans and other innocents from them.”
Tonia allowed the information to sink in. “Are they human?”
“They were born human, from human parents, but predisposed to become immortal when reaching their twenties.”
“How many Protectors are there?”
A nervous giggle escaped Wendy as she shook her head, “Oh no, I’m not going to get in trouble by answering too many questions Lady Marshal. I’ll let Fallon do that.”
“Are you human?” Tonia asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.
The petite woman pressed a finger to her chin in thought. “Pretty much.”
“Oh?”
“It’s a long story,” Wendy told her then lay on her side facing her. Tonia had to admit the woman was easy to like, she found herself relaxing for the first time in a long time.
“Why do you fight demons?”
Tonia knew Wendy changed the subject purposely. “I hate them. They killed someone I loved. It so happens I can see them.”
Wendy didn’t speak allowing Tonia to gather her thoughts.
“My husband, Alex and I, fought demons, as part of a group of underground slayers, formed by humans who like me, can see them. That is how I met him. We fought together. Well...until he was killed by one.”
“Oh no!” Wendy exclaimed, “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes became teary. Her caring disposition endeared her to Tonia.
“When someone joins the movement, it's evident we’re signing a death sentence,” Tonia told her, trying to shrug it off. The ache in her chest was always there when thinking about Alex.
“Brave,” Wendy exclaimed in thought. “I don’t think I could do it.”
“Either brave or stupid,” Tonia replied.
“Why don’t you finish eating and get some rest? Go back to sleep,” Wendy told her, getting up. “I’ll be downstairs in the morning, if you want to venture down there and meet everyone when they get home.”
After sleeping surprisingly well, Tonia sat at the kitchen table the following morning. Wendy buzzed around the kitchen cooking a large meal. It was five in the morning, yet the woman was playing music, cooking dinner and drinking wine while swaying to the music. Wendy raised her glass to her. “Sure you don't want a glass?" When Tonia shook her head, she shrugged. "Okay. Can you toss the salad please?”
Tonia couldn’t help but wonder at the strange scene in the kitchen as she pulled the salad bowl toward her and began adding croutons and shredded cheese while Usher's Yeah played in the background.
“Can I ask you why you’re cooking dinner at this hour?” she asked Wendy as she watched her open the oven and peek in.
Wendy smiled at her. “Most people work nine to five, come home and have dinner waiting for them, relax, watch TV, then go to bed and hopefully do something fun before they go to sleep.” She wiggled her hips. "Know what I mean?"
Tonia nodded and smirked.
"The Protectors work nights. So I do it for Kieran." Wendy continued, "He gets dinner when he comes home after work and breakfast in the evening before going back out. I want to give him some sense of normalcy. He loves it. I've been doing this since we first got
“Are you Fallon’s wife?” she croaked, sure her face revealed her distress.
“No. Fallon is single.” Wendy told her, a knowing smile on her face. “I’m his partner, Kieran’s wife. We’re living here until our house is rebuilt. Damn demons burnt it down.” She slid the tray closer to the bed and motioned for her to sit up so she could push yet another pillow behind her back. “You’ll meet the others when they get home. It won’t be until dawn though.”
“What exactly are they, Fallon and your husband?” Tonia asked reaching for the sandwich, her appetite restored. "Who are the Protectors?"
Wendy plopped down on the edge of the bed biting her bottom lip. “Oh gosh, I'm not sure how much I can tell you. Fallon, Kieran and Logan West, who also lives here, are Protectors. They are demon slayers. They protect humans and other innocents from them.”
Tonia allowed the information to sink in. “Are they human?”
“They were born human, from human parents, but predisposed to become immortal when reaching their twenties.”
“How many Protectors are there?”
A nervous giggle escaped Wendy as she shook her head, “Oh no, I’m not going to get in trouble by answering too many questions Lady Marshal. I’ll let Fallon do that.”
“Are you human?” Tonia asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.
The petite woman pressed a finger to her chin in thought. “Pretty much.”
“Oh?”
“It’s a long story,” Wendy told her then lay on her side facing her. Tonia had to admit the woman was easy to like, she found herself relaxing for the first time in a long time.
“Why do you fight demons?”
Tonia knew Wendy changed the subject purposely. “I hate them. They killed someone I loved. It so happens I can see them.”
Wendy didn’t speak allowing Tonia to gather her thoughts.
“My husband, Alex and I, fought demons, as part of a group of underground slayers, formed by humans who like me, can see them. That is how I met him. We fought together. Well...until he was killed by one.”
“Oh no!” Wendy exclaimed, “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes became teary. Her caring disposition endeared her to Tonia.
“When someone joins the movement, it's evident we’re signing a death sentence,” Tonia told her, trying to shrug it off. The ache in her chest was always there when thinking about Alex.
“Brave,” Wendy exclaimed in thought. “I don’t think I could do it.”
“Either brave or stupid,” Tonia replied.
“Why don’t you finish eating and get some rest? Go back to sleep,” Wendy told her, getting up. “I’ll be downstairs in the morning, if you want to venture down there and meet everyone when they get home.”
After sleeping surprisingly well, Tonia sat at the kitchen table the following morning. Wendy buzzed around the kitchen cooking a large meal. It was five in the morning, yet the woman was playing music, cooking dinner and drinking wine while swaying to the music. Wendy raised her glass to her. “Sure you don't want a glass?" When Tonia shook her head, she shrugged. "Okay. Can you toss the salad please?”
Tonia couldn’t help but wonder at the strange scene in the kitchen as she pulled the salad bowl toward her and began adding croutons and shredded cheese while Usher's Yeah played in the background.
“Can I ask you why you’re cooking dinner at this hour?” she asked Wendy as she watched her open the oven and peek in.
Wendy smiled at her. “Most people work nine to five, come home and have dinner waiting for them, relax, watch TV, then go to bed and hopefully do something fun before they go to sleep.” She wiggled her hips. "Know what I mean?"
Tonia nodded and smirked.
"The Protectors work nights. So I do it for Kieran." Wendy continued, "He gets dinner when he comes home after work and breakfast in the evening before going back out. I want to give him some sense of normalcy. He loves it. I've been doing this since we first got
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