Rhode rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, you hate him and wished you would have dropped him in the ocean. Give the ocean New Jersey instead, because I will kill you myself if he comes up missing again." Her smile was poisonously sweet. "And now that you've done your good deed for the decade, you can get out," she told him, shutting the door in his facr. She was very grateful for Hecate's wards, they'd keep her father out.
She turned to look at her husband, worry etched all over her face. "You're a mess, love," she said, turning on some of the lamps and cranking up the heat. "Let's get you a hot bath and some clean clothes. And a good meal. You look like you need them."