“You’ll be home before sundown?” His words were becoming lethargic.
“Yes. Class ends early, and I…uh…have a study group.” I was actually going to see Father Ian about that holy water. “But I should be home by five-thirty at the latest.” Which was a couple of hours before dark.
“I recharged your digital recorder.”
“Th-thank you.” With everything that had been going on, I’d completely forgotten it had crapped out on me in class last week.
He waved aside my thanks. “Groceries?”
“Adam and I went shopping at a twenty-four hour supermarket. I won’t be late.”
Raymond touched my shoulder, and I let him, but I shuddered. “I beg your pardon,” he said. He put the empty bag of blood into the bin under the sink and went into the bedroom.