Merrick saw the undercurrent between Jace and their leader and sighed. “Jace, load up the van and be quick about it. We leave in ten.”
When Jace walked away, Merrick looked at Raymond with an amused look. “Why you let a Newbie get under your skin, Raymond? He’s right, by the way. I’ll take the guy. Drea don’t need to train the guy who raped and killed her.”
“We all have to put aside our mortal issues down here, Merrick,” Raymond reminded him coolly. “If it’ll make you happy, McNeal or Murdoch can train the guy.”
“Fine, just keep him away from Drea.”
Raymond looked unmoved. “If Drea can’t get beyond this, Merrick, she isn’t any good to us.”
“I’ll talk to her, but you know how she is,” Merrick said tightly.
“Our little nun forgets her vows when it’s convenient,” Raymond observed smugly.
Merrick bit off what he might have said. Raymond took the rejection by Drea a little too personally. She wasn’t interested in men anymore now than when she was a nun.
Raymond didn’t even think like a human to not see that. She would never recover from what happened to her. Instead Raymond went out of his way to be vindictive. He couldn’t see keeping the Newbie who wronged Drea in their ranks was asking for trouble, even if it amused him to do so.
Merrick saw a bad moon on the rise where no moon existed anymore. He had his hands full with Jace. Now he’d have to keep his eyes on the Newbie who hurt Drea. And Drea herself, in case she gave into the rage he’d seen in her eyes. Never a dull moment in Oblivion, he thought sourly.