Page 78 of Lunar Desires
In the meantime, Rubberskin helped add an extra layer of protection to our bodies. Unreliable, but we had to use everything at our disposal.
We were split into three vehicles, planning to approach Ashwood Manor from different angles. And there were more witchcops poised to strike close to the manor, providing backup.
Uncle Jonathon would be dying tonight. Well, hopefully. That leverage part of him was still a gray area.
The rain continued to pound the city, throwing down the full watery force of the heavens. Typical. When you had a psychopath relative to kill, it pissed down.
Damn weather.
I sat in the back of a car with Isaac, while Drake drove, and Agent Jake occupied the passenger seat.
Isaac massaged his hands, staring out the water-streaked window. The lights of the city blurred past, everything held in suspense. We might be gunning for a showdown, but anything was possible. Shadow magic seemed to consist of flashy, aggressive offensive spells, judging by Uncle Jonathon’s attacks.
We had to be careful.
The further we traveled, the more my gooey feelings hardened. But my lips still tingled from Drake’s kiss. Dispensing with the former Moon quickly would get us back to the mansion so we could revel harder in our declarations, snuggled in our own pocket of joy.
Goals.
My duty came first.
More death…
Drake took the main, sloped road approaching my flat—Downs Avenue. I held my breath as we passed the red brick building, the rain hiding the view of Coldharbour Downs behind it.
God, I missed its coziness. I still needed to let the tenancy go, along with my job at the library.
Damn. I dreaded the moment I had to pull the plug on both.
“Shit!” Drake hissed, stopping the car outside the building.
I sat forward, blue lights flashing up ahead. “What’s wrong?”
“Blockade,” Jake answered, making a call. “Yeah. You too? Fucking rain. Okay. Keep me posted.” He hung up. “Flooding. Drains can’t cope. Roads are closed.” He groaned.
“The rain is such a drag,” Uncle Jonathon’s voice filled the car.
I jumped at the sound, banging my head on the roof. “Where are you?”
Laughter. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How easy you thought this would be?”
His voice came from all directions.
“Show your face!” Isaac bellowed.
“Says the glamoured idiot.”
“Show your fuckin face!” my brother screamed.
“If you insist.”
Uncle Jonathon appeared in every window, a watery, almost holographic version of his face. A malicious grin setting my guts to curdle.
This rain was because of him.
Oh, God. Did he plan on flooding the city?
“Silly nephews,” each mouth said. “You’ll learn not to fuck with me.”
