Page 5 of Lunar Desires
We were on an express train to London Waterloo, no stops until we got into the capital city.
Thank God!
“I’ll call Isaac as soon as we get there.” I tapped the side of my head. “I have his number memorized. The first I’ve ever remembered by heart. Must be a brotherly bond thing.”
“Impressive,” he said.
We had no phones, no money, no way of getting around London. The sooner we made a call, the sooner help would come.
Unless the ticket inspector placed a call to the magical authorities after fleeing, and Waterloo was now crawling with witchcops ready to take us away for a grilling.
Ugh.
Drake cleared his throat, the glassiness in his eyes gone. “Can you put your head back on my shoulder?”
“Really?”
“I like it there. Feels right.”
My lips spread into a smile. “Gladly.”
Who knew when we’d get the chance to do this again after the doo-doo hit the fan? Why not enjoy a small moment of peace?
He tried leaving…
Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don’t know.
I kept my head on his shoulder until the train slowed on the approach to its final stop. My stomach twisted, every part of me eager to be off the train.
Until I saw the army of shadow witches gathered on the platform.
Oh. Crap.
Chapter 2
DRAKE
The shadow witches lined the platform, each one swaddled in a uniform-like long black coat and wearing shit-eating grins. About fifty of them, from what I could make out.
And there, perfectly positioned to meet our carriage, stood Rhianna Kingwood.
Her green eyes burned through the window, fixed to me, piercing my soul. Her coat was muddy from Riley’s attack, but her dark spirit seemed firmly intact.
Shit. My chest burned a blend of fear and rage. I cracked my knuckles, prepared to fight them all for him.
“Where the hell are the High Coven?” Riley said, flexing his fingers.
Good question.
“Get your arse out here, or we start the killing,” Rhianna called. “One by one.”
On cue, the shadow witches dragged people from the train, guns trained on them, blades drawn and pressed against throats. I checked their auras with my aura lenses, most of them yellow,indicating human, a couple of them blue for witches, and one pink reading for a fae guy in a spiffy business suit.
“Sixty seconds,” Rhianna added, patting her flat stomach.
No bump. No baby.
You’re such a fucking liar…
