Page 103 of Witch Unexpected
“This looks like fun.” The masculine drawl draws my attention.
I spare the malevolent spirit a quick glance. Since he saved Cora’s ass, I have a little time for him, and the fact he’s here means she isn’t too far either. My stomach flutters as cornflower blue eyes fill my vision.
Yeah, the new anchor is something else, and I’d be blind or dead not to notice. Thing is, she doesn’t even know how special she is, which in my books makes her even hotter.
I focus on Jasper. “You need topoof. You being here will tip off the traitor that Cora’s close by.”
He vanishes. “Better?”
I jump at the sound of his voice in my ear. “Fuck, dude.”
A low chuckle. “I have a question for you.”
I nod at the witches that pass me. “Shoot.”
“Sons of Adam, you heard of them?”
I have, but only because I did my research when studying to become an Elite. The Sons of Adam are an old, almost forgotten, myth. “Where didyouhear about them?”
He makes a sound of exasperation. “From Anna. The elder witches seem to be concerned The Sons of Adam are coming for the anchor.”
“What? No. Bullshit.”
“I heard them speaking.” There’s a definite annoyed edge to his tone.
“The Sons of Adam are a myth, and you must have misheard.”
He’s silent for a long beat. “What are they, Sloane?”
“What’s this about?” Pen approaches in a hurry, smoothing her hair back from her face.
“Compulsory meeting. All witches need to attend.”
“I only just got the memo. It’s not like I live here. Is everything okay?”
I smile, a perfunctory action. I don’t like this bitch. Never have. Too perky for my tastes and zero snark. I find it hard to trust people with no snark. Fuck, even Anna has snark—refined and sophisticated snark, but still fucking snark.
“Take a seat, Pen.” I look away, letting her know the conversation is over, and she heads into the assembly room at a clip.
It’s time to start the show. “I have to go.”
“This is important, dammit,” Jasper snarls.
I walk away from the doors, not wanting anyone to see me talking to myself like a fucking loon. “According to myth, The Sons of Adam are vampires—the original vampires from whom all others were spawned.”
“Sloane, you’re up,” Jessie says from the doors to the assembly room.
“I’ll be right there.”
She frowns, looking past me, searching for the hold-up, before ducking back into the room like a good soldier.
“Look, I don’t know anything more, but once we’ve caught the traitor and the ceremony is out of the way, I’ll look into it.” I turn as a thought occurs to me. “Wait, isn’t Cora friends with the Dominus Reapers in Necro City?”
He groans. “Unfortunately.”
“If anyone will know about The Sons of Adam, it’s them. They’re demons, and I’m pretty sure The Sons of Adam have demonic blood.”
I leave him and head into the assembly room. I have a traitor to flush out.
