Page 119 of Witch Unexpected
I resist the urge to haul the warlock’s ass out of his seat. “I overheard your shady elders speaking about it.”
He sits up straighter, finally taking me seriously. In hindsight, maybe I should have led with that tiny fact.
But then he shakes his head dismissively. “I’ve been with this coven for a long time, and I’ve never come across any association with The Sons of Adam.”
“That doesn’t mean there is none. We need to find out more about them.”
“We?” He arches a brow.
“Do you want to keep Cora safe or not?”
The air prickles, and Elijah stills. “What did you do?” he demands.
The warlock is unhinged. “I didn’t do anything.”
He strides across the room, grasps the door handle, and pulls. “It’s locked.” He mutters some shit under his breath and tries again. The door doesn’t budge. “Fuck,” He turns to me. “Someone’s magically locked us in.”
I roll my eyes. “Lockedyouin. I’m not penned so easily.” I make to jump out of the room, and nothing happens.
“You were saying?” He pulls out his phone. “No signal.” He frowns. “Why would someone magically lock us into the room?”
Today is no ordinary day. Today is the day Cora becomes the anchor. I’d stop her if I could, take her away from here, but I’m weak, and she’s stubborn, and there’s something about not giving her what she wants that makes my chest burn. But there are people who don’t want her taking on this role. This Order and—
Oh fuck.
Elijah’s frown clears.
“Cora!” We say in unison.
* * *
CORA
Wren licked cake crumbs off his plate and burped.
Pippa stifled a laugh.
I took away the plate. “Happy?”
He licked his paws. “Wren thought Cora forgot.”
“Me? Forget?” I plastered a horrified look on my face.
So, okay, I had almost forgotten, but then I’d remembered, so all was well. Wren had his cake, and it was almost time for me to become the anchor.
“Don’t be nervous,” Pippa said. “You’ll do great.”
I dropped a kiss on Wren’s forehead. “I’ll be back later to kiss you goodnight.”
Bramble waited outside the room, excitement bubbling in her expression. “Okay, let’s go do this, Cora.”
She was dressed like a shadow. The only color to her ensemble was her purple hair, piled high on her head in an intricate plaited bun.
She’d tried to get me to do the same with mine, but who had the time for that shit? I’d pulled it into a low pony, slipped on my jeggings and long-sleeved T, and topped off the look in four-inch heeled, thigh-high boots with buckles up the side. The dagger Bramble had given me was tucked snugly in my boot holster.
I was good to go.
Bramble led the way through the mansion, up a couple of flights of stairs, and into the tower Anna had brought me to a couple of weeks ago.
