Page 34 of Witch Undecided
“If I’d known you’d be getting drunk and punching shit I’d have come earlier.”
The corner of her mouth turned up. “You’re not funny, cupcake.”
“Wasn’t trying to be.”
I clipped over to the fountain and swiped the bottle.
“Help yourself,” she said dryly.
I took a swig, reveling in the taste of raspberry lip gloss and the burn of alcohol.
Sloane unwrapped her hands and flexed her fingers. “You ready for patrol?”
“Are you?”
Her jaw flexed and she fixed her intense blue eyes on me. “I’m fine.”
“Course you are. ’Cause I’m sure you regularly drink whiskey and beat up on a punching bag before a patrol, right?”
Her eyes narrowed and she sucked on her bottom lip as she approached me. “I know what you’re trying to do, cupcake, and I appreciate it, but I’m not into talking about my feelings.”
I shrugged and handed her the bottle. “Me neither. So how about we go kick some revenant ass and get a proper drink afterwards. This whiskey sucks ass.”
She snorted. “It’s a cheap brand.”
“Yeah. I can tell.”
She was so close now, and the scent of raspberries was strong on the air. Her shampoo or body wash, maybe? Definitely her lip gloss. My gaze dropped to her mouth. She had a nice mouth. A sexy mouth.
She gripped my chin and forced my head up so our eyes locked. “Look at me like that again and I might take you up on your body language.”
What? “No, I—"
“Hey!” Jessie stood in the doorway. “We headed out or what?”
Sloane tugged on her polo shirt with a smirk. “Let’s do this.”
The driveinto Leyton was a silent one. Sloane broke it as we parked opposite Orion’s.
“Cora, you stick with me,” she said. “Same format as last time. Stay on comms, stay safe. We might have our work cut out for us tonight. The Order has no clue we’re back up in numbers and the revenants will be out in force.”
“Can you take them all out if they are?” Lauris asked.
Poppy opened her backpack and tipped it slightly to showcase the crystal inside. “We got amplification if needed.”
Sloane took a shuddering breath. “We play it safe. If things get hairy, we get out.”
“And leave the revenants to party?” Jessie’s lip curled. “No fucking way.”
Sloane rounded on her, eyes blazing. “I will not lose another witch.”
“And I won’t let Brie’s death be in vain,” Jessie retorted.
They bristled, eyes locked.
Poppy sighed. “Brie wouldn’t want humans to be hurt, but she wouldn’t want us to get hurt either. We play it smart and we assess the situation.”
Sloane’s eyes flinched. “You follow the chain of fucking command, that’s what you do.”
