Page 77 of Witch Unexpected
The chanting grew louder, filling the room. The urge to peer out, to see what was happening, was a clawing in the pit of my stomach. But instinct held me back as the sounds of battle intensified.
The revenant screamed one last time, then there was silence.
Bramble stepped up to the door and peered out. Her shoulders sagged. “It’s over.”
I followed her out of the stall to find The Elites standing over a pile of red goo. Brie sprinkled something over it, and the goo shrank and vanished.
Poppy was crouched by the human the revenant had attacked.
“Poppy?” Sloane asked the witch.
She shook her head. “She’s gone.”
“Fuck.” Sloane ran a hand over her face.
“We got this,” Brie said. She stepped away to speak into her comm.
Poppy hauled the woman up and dragged her over to the sink before positioning her as if she’d passed out there. Jessie raised her hand and swept it in an arc in front of her. The room shimmered, and then every bit of damage done by the revenant was gone.
“Glamour,” Bramble said.
“Orion said he’d clean up,” Brie said to Sloane.
Sloane nodded slowly, then fixed her electric blue eyes on me. “You did good, cupcake. Now let’s go get that fucking drink.”
“Not here, though,” Poppy said, looking down at the dead human. “Not tonight.”
“Fine,” Sloane said. “Outliers it is.”
Chapter Eighteen
Outliers was a bar for…well, outliers. The alcohol-serving version of Lumiers. Except alcohol had little to no effect on outliers, but the shit on the menu here was stuff I’d never heard of.
I nursed my fireblast—a whiskey concoction that was smooth as fuck—and glanced across the table toward the small dancefloor where Brie and Poppy were busting some serious moves.
Bramble was at the bar, chatting to the owner, Finn, and Jessie was slouched in her chair across from us. Sloane had healed her wound with a little mojo, but she continued to look sulky and pissed.
“Jessie doesn’t like being knocked out of the game,” Sloane said, sipping her fireblast. “Even if it’s for a second.”
Jessie stabbed us with a dark glare before continuing to people watch.
“You’re not just all mouth, are you?” Sloane said. “You got she-balls.”
I picked up a peanut from the bowl in front of me, then dropped it. I mean, how many hands had rummaged in that bowl?
“I can handle myself. I’ve been in some pretty dicey situations.”
“Yeah, if you hadn’t rallied Jessie back there, we’d have been fucked.”
Jessie slammed her glass against the table, drawing our attention, then shoved her chair back and stormed off.
“So much forthank you.”
“She’s grateful. She’s just pissed at herself for being the weak link tonight.”
As much as I wanted to learn about Jessie’s insecurities… Okay, I really didn’t care. I had more pressing questions. I opened my mouth to say just that, but Sloane cut me off with a piercing look.
“I know. You have questions.”
