Page 22 of Witch Unexpected
The purple-haired woman sneered. “Fecking bastard thing’s gone now, E, we need to jet before the feckers recharge it and send it back.”
“I know,” Elijah said. Then to me, “Cora, you need to come with us.”
Jasper was gone, Wren was unconscious on the carpet, and the purple-haired chick was glaring at me as if it was all somehow my fault.
“What the fuck was that thing?”
“A slau,” Elijah said. “And yes, it wanted to kill you.”
“Would have succeeded, too, if we hadn’t gotten here,” Purple said.
“Cora.” Elijah bridged the distance between us, bringing the crackle of his power with him.
My skin tingled with awareness.
“It’s no longer safe for you here. You’re coming with me.”
“Why not? What the fuck have you done?” Because there was no doubt in my mind that this was something to do with him and his bloody Grimswood witches.
“We ain’t done nuthin,” Purple said. “It’s the fecking warlocks that done it.”
“Bramble, please, let me.” Elijah shot her a sharp look, and she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
“Fecking hurry it up then, E. We got to make tracks.”
“Cora, I know you said you wanted nothing to do with the Grimswood Coven or the anchor position. I respected your decision. We had other potentials to take the role, but things have changed.”
“What happened, Black? Just spit it out.”
“Around two hours ago, the secret location where the potentials were being held was attacked by the slau.” His throat bobbed, and darkness flitted across his eyes. “They’re dead, Cora. All of them.”
“You’re the last one left,” Bramble said, raking me up and down, unimpressed. “The last fecking potential.”
Oh fuck.
Chapter Six
Rain lashed at the car windows, and the low hum of the engine filled the silence as Elijah drove expertly along country roads. The main roads were a no go. The people who wanted me dead would be monitoring those. Using magic to get to the Grimswood Coven was also a no go. Once again, the wankers out for my head would be monitoring for use of magic.
So, back roads it was.
I’d opted for the backseat with Wren lying in my lap. Bramble was in the front passenger side, shooting glances at me every so often as if she thought I’d poof into thin air or something.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Fuck. Fee!
I made to answer the call, and Bramble moved lightning fast to grab it and smash it against the dashboard. Her lip curled as she dropped the broken cell phone onto the car floor.
I stared at her in shock. “What the fuck?”
“They could be tracking you.”
Elijah cleared his throat. “Bramble, I doubt The Order has had time to obtain Cora’s cell phone details.”
Bramble looked down at the busted phone and then shrugged. “We’d have to get her a new one anyway.”
Rage bloomed in my chest, and if Wren hadn’t been on my lap, I would have lunged at her. Instead, I exhaled and summoned a little zen.
