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Preston. Our Preston. Marcus Kingwood’s lover. The head of the shadow witches must have been the person Preston met in London.
Right?
“I’m getting you down!” Jake called up.
The oil slithered inside me, my head super woozy, drawing an iridescent net across my eyes. I barely made out Jake cranking the lever.
There was a shake and then the cage began to descend.
Turning my head took so much effort, but I managed it to see Drake.
He stood there with his hands still tied behind his back, breathing heavily, his fingers glowing blue.
Who or what was he scrying for? Marcus? Preston?
Rhianna?
“She sacrificed her child…”
His child. Their child. Oh, God. I couldn’t even imagine what he was going through.
The moment the cage reached the floor, the door popped open. Jake appeared, offering me his hands. “I’ve got you.”
“Drake!” I heard Isaac yell. “Riley’s out.”
Agent Jake dragged me onto the floor, the effects of the oil ebbing. But my limbs were concrete. I rolled onto my back, totally winded.
“You okay?” Jake asked, standing over me.
“Yeah…”
“I’ll get Isaac.” He took off for my brother.
I licked my lips, my mouth as dry as stale crackers. “Drake?” I managed.
Running footsteps.
“Drake?” Jake said. “Where are you going?”
“What…what’s happe?—”
A gun went off somewhere in the building.
Chapter 37
DRAKE
Ifound her sobbing in an empty room at the end of a long, black corridor, slumped against the wall, shadow witches begging her to get up.
My fingers twitched behind my back, hands still bound. A staccato heartbeat thumped in my ears, anger a maelstrom ready to be unleashed, surrounded by sorrow.
Such permeating, awful sorrow.
She’d sacrificed our child for her father’s happiness.
“What the fuck have you done?” I demanded, startling the robed witches.
A man rushed me with a dagger. I delivered a kick to his face, sending him slamming into the wall.
