Page 29 of Lunar Diamonds
“And I’m telling you to move the car. Now. Or I’ll make sure you lose an eye before sunrise.” She paused, glancing about. “Where are we? This isn’t the right way. I knew I should’ve driven.”
“Taking a break,” Drake answered robotically.
The woman pointed a finger in his face. “If you say that one more time.”
I noticed her lack of bangle, making her a shadow witch.
Dammit.
Now that Drake’s shirt sleeves were rolled up, I saw he didn’t have a bangle either. Instead, he wore a gold watch with a blue clockface—the mark of a scrying witch.
Wow.
Witch bangles didn’t work on scrying witches seeing as they only possessed one power, and neither did the injection. So, they were made to wear those watches as a label, but not a tracker. They operated outside of the regular rules, much to the High Coven’s annoyance, and were difficult to control. They were proper rogues. Morally gray, even. Scrying witches had been known to work foreveryoneat the right price.
Oh. My. Goodness. The odds of meeting a scrying witch were low, like seeing a snow leopard on the London Underground. Well, maybe notthatlow, but certainly rare.
Special,I thought.
I nibbled on my bottom lip, shuffling in my seat.
Let me out of this damn car.
The woman’s hands lit up with blue magical energy threaded with wisps of black. “Drive. Now.”
The moment she released the shadow spell, she’d ping on the High Coven’s radar. Unless she’d guzzled a cloaking potion, which would likely be the case.
Drake sighed, returning to his driving position. What? No more sparring?
Mental note: Swear off men forever.
Screw that.
New mental note: Trust my instincts more and don’t swear off men.
I mean, I wasn’t dead.
“Five seconds,” the woman warned.
Her eyes were the meanest I’d ever seen.
“Four. Three. Tw?—”
“Have a sweet and calm down,” he said, tossing her a purple candy.
She snatched it from the air. “Is this the stuff I like?”
“Yes.”
Her mood changed, her lips parting with a sensual moan. “Aw, cheers.” She sucked on it nosily, biting down, moaning with pleasure.
“Enjoying that?” he asked.
She froze, shock all over her face. Her eyelids drooped. “You…” She swallowed, yawned, and went limp, sliding down the chair into an awkward position.
Out cold.
“She’ll be out for a while,” Drake said, turning to face me.
