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“Did Thatcher say anything useful?” Falke questioned when he didn’t say anything else.
“Take care of the body,” I informed him with a sarcastic eye roll. “We need to catalog the pieces that are missing.”
“We are meeting tonight in the archives and going over Ambrose’s plan. If we want to come up with an alternative plan to potential mass slaughter, today is the day to think of it,” Julian added on.
If that hadn’t been the perfect summary of my plan,then I would have been offended. As it was, I was just fucking amused and more than a little proud.
“Make sure things are set to get in motion as soon as possible. There are things I need to take care of. I’ll see you both tonight.” As he spoke, the vampire rubbed his face, showing his exhaustion, before stalking off.
“The parts that are missing—” I started, speaking to the centaur while keeping an eye on the vampire who seemed as if he were on the edge of losing it.
“I’ve noted them,” Falke interrupted. He, too, had his stare on the back of the retreating vampire. “We can just take care of the body at this point. No need to leave them like this for longer than necessary.”
Glad we were on the same page about that.
Julian isn’t the only one with better places to be.
My power flared, carefully aimed at the fleshy remains until the body was gone. Uncomfortably familiar at this point, the smell of the burning meat tickled my nose.
Falke wrinkled his nose, then with a brief goodbye, he left me to my thoughts.
Of course, my mind was addicted to the witch that had taunted me for weeks.
Isla Hallowes.
Being in the woods reminded me of when we’d kissed.
The feel of her lips against mine and the taste of her on my tongue. The incubus had claimed her for a rut afterward, but from what I could tell, they’d had a falling out once that was over with.
Soon enough, I would be pushing for my answer, formore, from her. My nightly visits were barely enough to keep my obsession in check. When I claimed Isla, I wanted her aware so I could bask in her cries and salty tears.
My obsession with her was growing with every minute,and my previously sporadic visits to her room had become an almost daily occurrence. She had slipped into my body and soul like a drug, yet she had no fucking idea.
Gods, I couldn’t wait for her to realize the fae she had lured to her side.
She’d regret every fucking moment of it.
I’d make sure of it.
Chapter 6
Isla
TUESDAY
‘The sun is coming up, beastie. You do realize you need to sleep at some point, yes?’
‘Sleep is for amateurs,’I replied absently. I was busy concentrating on my magick, weaving it through the cells of the plant in front of me.‘I’m almost done with this one.’
‘You said that five plants ago,’Cas snarked, resigned to my hyper-focus.
Carefully, I strengthened the stem with dark tendrils of green magick, happy when the plant managed to start standing straight on its own. Carefully arranging a stick for support, I gently tied the plant to it so that it could heal the rest of the way on its own. All the while, I hummed softly.
The plant rustled, the soft sound one of contentment, as it settled its roots deeper in the soil. The edges of the leaves darkened, and the sweet smell of the plant changed into a more earthy, damp scent. My magick might have helped the plant recover, but its genetic makeup had also been altered, changing it into a poisonous plant as a side effect of my assistance.
Most of the time, I tried to keep my magickal influence to a minimum because of the changes it brought about. If I used my powers on plants of any kind, their basic DNA mutated, becoming something dangerous, poisonous… I’d figured this out the hard way when trying to cultivate herbs. Needless to say, my small garden at home was filled with plants that only I could enjoy.
Wiping my face, I looked around, satisfied with the progress I had made during the overnight lockdown. I’d carefully gone through every square inch of the greenhouse, digging up the lavender and putting it in containers to replant them somewhere else.
