Page 42 of Poison Ivy
“Even worse for all of us, if that is the case. Think about it, Torin. This is bad.”
Torin eyes me suspiciously. “All right, arsehole. What is this really about?”
I glare at him. He knows me about as well as anyone does, and that pisses me off on most days, more so right now. “About saving our necks. I knew messing with her was bad news. The creatures she works for are viciously evil, and I’m betting my last penny they know about us already. If something happens to her, who do you think they will blame?”
“You make it sound like they care about her welfare?” Torin scoffs.
“Of course they fucking do! She is their asset. They aren’t just going to let someone abduct her and hold her prisoner when she has work to do for them.”
He considers that and seems to come to the conclusion that I’m probably right. But then he fires a question at me that I’m not prepared for, “Why were you at Nox earlier? It’s not really your scene.”
How can I tell him that I was following Ivy andVex without making it sound like I know something he would desperately want to know. “I was following Vex. After that run-in we had earlier, I’ve made it my mission to take him out.”
“Vex,” he says, and I can tell by his flat tone that he doesn’t believe me.
“Yeah, Vex. You know, the prick warlock who is a serious pain in my arse.”
“Yeah, I know who he is. I just find this little side gig a bit…”
“A bit what?”
“Not worth your time.”
“Look, never mind that,” I snap. “We need to find Bram and Poison.” Closing my eyes, I focus on my magick. If he hasn’t protected himself yet, I can track Bram’s signature down to near enough his exact location, or lastknownlocation at any rate. I grab hold of Torin and blink us out of sight and into the middle of the forest. When I open my eyes, we are in a clearing in the middle of the forest.
It’s eerily quiet as Torin and I scan the area. There’s no sign of Bram or Poison, but the air stinks of residual dark fae magick and something else. Something fresh and tart, like freshly mowed grass, but more intense.
“Fuck,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair. “Bram was definitely here.”
Torin nods, his eyes narrowed as he takes in the scene. “But where is he now?”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out distractedly, “Yeah?”
“Where the fuck are you?” Bram snarls, sounding as mad as a viper ready to strike.
“You first, arsehole. Where the fuck are you?” I retort as Torin raises an eyebrow. There is no need to put it on speaker, he can hear the entire conversation anyway with his acute vampire hearing.
“Ready to abduct that little cunt and make her pay in ways her mind cannot even comprehend,” he growls.
“Who?” I ask innocently. Torin rolls his eyes.
“Poison,” Bram spits out her name like… poison.
“Where are you?” I ask again.
“Back at home. Where are you two?”
“In the middle of the forest where we tracked you. You had Poison in your grip?” I ask casually.
Bram appears in front of me in the next second, and I hang up the phone. “Yes, I had her tied to the tree and my dick inside her when she fucking attacked me!”
I raise an eyebrow at Bram’s outburst.
“Attacked you?” Torin asks, puzzled. “How exactly did our little assassin manage that when you had her restrained?”
Bram’s eyes flash dangerously. “The bitch turned into fucking poison ivy vines. Wrapped me up and burned the shit out of me before I could break free.”
I blink in surprise. That’s a new one. “She can do that?”
