At this point, I was confident Sara had protection at least as good as any I might have been able to offer her. Spiritually, anyway. Physically – I still thought that meant her getting out of town.
But she wanted to stay and she wanted to help. I called Kanesha and asked her if she could use an assistant. I figured that she might even be able to leave Sara doing the computer stuff and come join me hunting. That would be as good as having another fighter.
And she could always learn.
I shook my head. I wanted to nudge her out of things gently. I’d become entirely too aware of just how much this business would get people killed, and I wasn’t sure she understood that.
Maybe the angel did.
And then she was there, leaning against the fence.
She smiled. “Let’s say I have an interest in Sara. Thank you.”
I shrugged. “I almost got her killed. It was kind of my responsibility.”
“Not one everyone would have taken for a soul that isn’t hers.”
A pause, then I shrugged again. “It’s her choice.”
“But you wouldn’t mind keeping her.”
I laughed. “Nah. I’m not ready to start collecting souls. I don’t know what I have to offer them.”
The angel studied me. “That may not have been determined yet. But I still thank you. And I will respect her choice.”
“From the way she said angel, I think it’s already made.” Maybe Sara could be persuaded to leave just by revealing my identity. Maybe she wouldn’t be too keen on hanging out with a goddess.
“As do I. And I trust…”
“I’ll respect it. And her. I’d rather she left town, though.” A pause. “Can you help with the succubus?”
The angel considered. “I can’t protect Charles Sarlac. He won’t accept it.”
“What about his sister and her kids?”
I’d take a perhaps over a definite no. “If sex isn’t good leverage, she’ll be looking for something which is.”