"Can you have both?"
"Rarely. And if a reaper only ever finds his recharge companion, he will not be blessed with children."
"And have you any children?" I asked, curious and perhaps a little . . . afraid. Because if he had children, that would mean he'd met his Caomh, which in turn meant there was never any hope for us.
Not that there ever really was.
His expression closed over. "I am not the Aedh, Risa. I do not want or need multiple partners. If I had a Caomh waiting in the fields for me, I would not be with you."
Summarily—though gently—chastised, I pulled my gaze from his and stepped back onto safer ground. "So what do you suggest we do about these spiders? Do we leave them, keep watch on the apartment, or what?"
"You do not wish to call your uncle?"
I hesitated. "How likely are the spiders to attack anyone who enters that room?"
"Very. Their hunger stings the air."
"So why aren't they attacking us?"
"Because we have not entered their lair."
And I had no fucking intention of doing so. "Can they be destroyed by something like pest spray, guns, or even fire?"
"Not ordinary fire. Though they wear flesh, they are spirit in design. Witches would more than likely be capable of destroying them, but not someone like your uncle."
Which meant I either had to ring Rhoan and warn him—and get the shit blasted out of me for interfering in his case again—or get rid of the damn things myself. Great. Just fucking great.
Can kill, Amaya said with an eagerness that had me shaking my head. Will enjoy.