Page 124 of Witch Undecided
Gooseflesh broke out over my skin.
“Shit, you’re cold. Tor, a sweater,” Leif ordered.
Tor grabbed a cotton sweater out of my dresser and helped me into it, even though I was perfectly capable of putting it on myself. Still, it was kinda nice to be taken care of.
Leif placed the tray on my lap. Bacon, eggs, beans, hash browns, toast, and a cup of tea. God, I was hungry. I dug in while the guys watched. Most people may have been self-conscious while stuffing their faces and being watched by two hot guys and a gorgeous wolf, but food and I had a special relationship, and nothing could come between us.
“How’s the search coming?” Tor asked Rune.
We’ve cleared the rural areas. No sign of them. We’ll need to move into town.
“I don’t understand who’d want to take them,” Leif said.
“The shifters?” I spoke with my mouth full, and then quickly chewed and swallowed. “You think they’re somewhere in town?”
“They could be anywhere.” Tor lowered himself onto the bed next to me.
He smelled citrusy, like he’d freshly showered. He’d pulled on black joggers, but his chest was still bare. I needed to stop looking at it and recalling how his skin felt beneath my fingertips and how his mouth had felt on me.
Tor’s gaze flew to mine and his lips curled in a smug smile. “Eat your food, Cora.”
Oh man.
We start scouting in town in an hour,Rune said.It’ll be tougher in human form.
I picked up a slice of toast and made to bite into it, but my vision blurred, and I was back in the dark room. The only illumination was light streaming in from a skylight, but thick beams blocked most of it out.
“Cora?” Leif’s hand was on my shoulder, but I was still in the room.
“I can feel you,” a female voice said. “Can you see us? Help us. Find us, hold on to me. Don’t let go.”
A pressure bloomed in the back of my mind.
“Who are you talking to?” Astrid asked.
“Cora!” Tor’s fingers bit into my shoulders, dragging me out of the room and back onto the bed.
I stared at his concerned face, blinking away the residue of the vision because that’s what it was. A vision, not a dream.
My pulse raced with revelation. “I think I’m connected to a varga female. I think I might be able to find them.”
“Dress warm,”Pippa ordered. “Layers. I don’t like this, but what’s happening to you is out of my scope of expertise.”
Outside the world was awash with white as snowflakes danced to the ground. More cold. Just what I needed.
I tugged on my kick-the-shit-outta-the-bad-guys purple motorcycle steel-toe capped boots with reinforced heels. I loved their gothic vibe, the added metalwork and the purple flames painted on the pewter leather. Just went to show that beauty could be deadly.
“Cora?” Pippa sounded worried.
I gave her my most reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine. I need to do this before the infection burns through me.”
There was no doubt the infection was somehow linking me to a varga shifter. Sloane had said that Vax mentioned being able to sense the females but not locate them. They had to be connected by the infection somehow. It was the only explanation. The fact I could see through one of these varga female’s eyes had to be something to do with me being a tulpa, a witch, or both.
“Drink this if the tremors return.” Pippa pressed a vial into my hand. “It’s a warming tincture. I just finished stewing it. It’ll help.”
I pocketed the vial and pulled her into a one-armed hug. “Thank you.”
She patted my back. “Anytime.”
