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“Excellent work, Torin,” Elias says, clasping my hand. “You’re proving to be quite the asset to your coven. Your father must be proud. It’s a shame he couldn’t join us today.”
“Hmm.” I don’t give any more than that. He clearly doesn’t know Dad is missing, so whatever my mum told them, they can believe for all I care.
As we file out of the room, my mother pulls me aside. “Well done,” she says quietly. “Now we need to find your fucking father before word gets out.”
“I’ll keep looking,” I murmur, and then, with a tight smile, I leave her and get back into my car, eager to get back to Thornfield and planning my coup, as well as getting back to my thoughts about Poison.
The drive back is dull, but over with quickly. When I pull into the driveway of our townhouse, I see Bram’s car already there. Great. I’m sure he’s still pissy about earlier.
I stride into the house, heading straight for the kitchen. I need a drink after dealing with those Brasch Coven pricks. As I round the corner, I nearly collide with Tate.
“Watch it,” he grunts, stepping back.
“Where’s the fire?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at his agitated state.
He runs a hand through his hair. “Just thinking.”
“About Poison?” I smirk.
His eyes narrow. “What? No. I’ve got more important shit to worry about.”
“Sure you do,” I say, unconvinced. “Where’s Bram?”
“Upstairs. Probably jerking off while thinking about her again.”
I snort. “Probably.”
“His obsession is becoming a problem.”
I snort at Tate’s comment about Bram. “His obsession is becoming a problem? Pot, meet kettle. You’re just as fixated on her as he is.”
Tate glares at me. “I am not. I am concerned about what her working for The Syndicate means for us messing with her.”
“Right,” I drawl, not buying it for a second. “And I’m sure that’s why you’ve been acting so weird lately. Nothing to do with wanting to get your dick wet.”
His jaw clenches. “Fuck off, Torin. Not everything is about sex.”
“With Poison, it kind of is,” I shoot back with a smirk. “Or are you going to pretend you don’t want another taste of that tight little cunt?”
Tate growls, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Drop it.”
I hold up my hands in mock surrender.
He storms off without another word, leaving me chuckling in his wake. Tate can deny it all he wants,but I know he’s just as obsessed with Poison as the rest of us.
Grabbing a bottle of blood from the fridge, I pour myself a generous glass before I head to the living room to stew over everything calmly and hopefully without interruption.
13
IVY
“This day is never-ending,”I groan as I head out of my last lecture for the day, glad to be going home to do precisely nothing. Except maybe think of ways to infiltrate the Ainsley Coven. A month sounds like a long time, but it’s not really when you think about it.
“Agreed,” Ramsey says, falling into step beside me. “I’m ready to crash in front of the TV with Josh and eat pizza.”
“Is he okay after earlier?” I ask.
“Yeah, he’s fine. That was pretty wild, what you did. But handy…” He gives me a penetrating stare. “You have active abilities.”
