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I scratched at the burning irritation on my left wrist.
I’ll be free…
“You need me,” I pressed.
The witch finally blinked. “Fine.”
“Great. I?—”
She smashed her gun into my skull, sending me plummeting into unconsciousness.
Charming.
Chapter 8
RILEY
The woman dumped Drake into the boot, then joined me in the backseat.
“There.” She smiled at me. “How are you, sir?”
“Sir?”
The fae guy in the passenger seat turned to offer a friendly nod. “All good back there?”
What a sprightly tone. “Yeah. I think so.”
Translation: Absolutely not!
The other witch—the driver—greeted me with a wink before tearing off into the night.
“Did he hurt you?” the witch beside me asked.
I didn’t like this sir thing. “No. I’m…fine. He said I was an Aurora.” I explained the details as the car gathered speed.
Her smile dropped. “The Kingwoods are moving quickly. Did they hire him in the boot to find the diamonds before us?”
I shrank slightly into the seat. The Kingwood name never failed to bring on the queasiness.
“Should we go back for Rhianna?” the guy asked. “This might be a good opportunity to take out a Kingwood.”
“Drake…” I swallowed, licking my lips. “Drake said she can’t be killed. Yet.”
“What does that mean?’” the driver said.
“I don’t know.”
“Weird.” The woman drummed her fingers on her black jeans—they all wore black. “Could be a nasty consequence on her. A recoil spell, perhaps? Let’s keep going.”
The man sighed. “Darn it.”
“I’m sorry this happened,” the woman added. “We’ve been trying to find you to formally invite you to Aurora Mansion. You know, to talk about this.”
The man in the passenger seat turned to face me. “We knew the Kingwoods might be up to something. But hiring a scrying witch? Sneaky. Although he doesn’t seem to be working for them.”
“Nothing a truth potion won’t fix.”
Another banned concoction. And what the hell were lunar diamonds?
