Salvatore didn't say a word when the house vanished behind him; in fact, as far as he was concerned, it was for the best. After all, his woman, his soul was inside it… and what better way to protect her than to no longer exist in this realm?
He knew the others didn't like the fact that Hattie and the house disappeared like that; they were scared that they wouldn't see her again, and they were worried that they might not become strong enough.
That the house might judge them as not worthy of its precious treasure.
He wasn't worried about it at all. Hattie was already his. The house would never, could never, keep him away from the little star who held his heart and soul in the palm of her hands.
The others were almost desperate, even those who already merged with her and their demons. They didn't seem to understand what was so clear to him. Hattie didn't do things in half measures.
Period.
