Maybe she was making the demon thing wait the way he had made her wait.

Smugly, he was making her wait for his news.

Orion made her wait, though, while he corrected the setting.

The first half dozen days of waiting were no problem; after all, he'd made her wait.

Making her wait, showing exactly who was in control.

This time he didn't make her wait, because he couldn't.

No one had ever tried to make her wait.

He did not make her wait, but settled her on his lap.

"Never mind," I smiled, hoping they would not make her wait.