Page 102 of Witch Unexpected
Oh, fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The journey back to the cabin was a silent one, just the late-night radio on in the background and the rumble of the road beneath the Land Rover’s wheels. I’d taken the backseat while Tor filled the front passenger seat with his muscled form. Leif drove, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his thigh, fingers tapping to the beat from the radio.
We were almost home, the lights of Leyton visible in the distance. The clock on the dashboard winked at me, almost midnight.
My stomach growled.
Tor tensed and tipped his head to the side.
It growled again. Shit. “Sorry.”
“Leif, we need food.” Tor’s voice was gruff as if from lack of use.
“On it,” Leif said.
Okay, I was not gonna argue with that, but “will anything be open?”
“Friday night,” Tor replied. “There’s a twenty-four-hour fast food place on the high street.”
Leif drove us into town, through the silent streets, and into the slightly busier high street. The bars had only just closed, and humans were making their way home or to their next destination.
“Leyton isn’t big on nightlife,” Leif explained. “One club, a handful of bars, and two fast food places, but the food they make is delicious.”
He brought the car to a halt outside a brightly lit food place. There was a bar a few doors down and a taxi rank across the street. The stores behind the rank were closed, but their signs were visible in the streetlight: Frills and Garters, Fashion with Passion, Game It.
“Burgers okay?” Leif interrupted my sign reading.
My stomach growled in approval. “Burgers would be great.”
Leif climbed out of the car, crimson hair gleaming in the amber streetlights, and headed into the takeaway.
The Elites would be back at the mansion by now. “Do you think the plan will work?”
Tor met my eyes in the rearview mirror. “If it doesn’t, then I’ll do things my way. Either way, her heart is mine.”
I’d seen his beast and the violence it could deal. I didn’t envy anyone who crossed him. Being caught by The Elites would be a blessing for the traitor, and honestly, after what she’d done, I wasn’t too sure I wanted her to get off easy. She’d tried to kill me, and she’d fucked with Tor’s head. She’d played with fire, and now she was about to get burned.
But her heart? Would the witches allow that?
“Are you afraid of me now, Cora?” Tors voice was a low, dangerous purr.
I’d lived bound to a malevolent spirit for the past year. He had no idea what I could handle.
I gave him a half-smile. “No, Tor. I’m afraid for the bitch who fucked with us.”
Something passed between us then, an understanding. I didn’t forgive those who fucked with me and mine, and it seemed that Tor felt the same.
Yeah, we were gonna get on just fine.
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SLOANE
Witches pour into the assembly room, shooting me curious glances and confused frowns. I can feel the questions on their lips, but they’re going to have to wait to get answers.
This early morning meeting is compulsory, which tells them that it’s important.
