Page 91 of Witch Undecided
How much did they know about his condition? “What have you heard, exactly?”
“That he’s under the weather.” Poppy scanned my face and frowned. “But there’s more, isn’t there?”
These were The Elites, and I was one of them. We were a team, and maybe if they knew the truth, when the time came, they’d help me to…do whatever needed to be done. God, I felt sick thinking about it.
“Wren might be dangerous.”
“Fuck off,” Jessie said.
I sighed. “According to Conah, Wren is definitely dangerous.” I filled them in on what the reaper had told me. “But Wren’s different.” I pleaded with my eyes. “He’s not the typical egocentric, selfish mogwai. You know, you’ve met him.”
“He almost died saving you from the revenant,” Poppy agreed.
“Exactly.” I shot her a grateful smile.
Sloane tipped her head to the side, electric-blue eyes narrowing in thought. “There are anomalies in the world, exceptions to the rules. We can’t condemn Wren until we know for sure.” She locked gazes with me. “We’ll do this together, Cora. Whatever needs to be done. If he’s what Conah says he is, then we’ll find a way to control his bloodlust. No one will condemn him before we know the truth.”
Her words were a weight off my shoulders. It was going to be okay. “Thanks.”
“Enough chit-chat,” Jessie said. “We need to get ready to go. The Order won’t fuck itself over.”
“No,” Sloane said. “That part is up to us.”
Jessie and Poppy headed to their rooms to change for patrol, but Sloane lingered.
“It’ll be okay, cupcake. The glamour bracelets will work, we’ll take out some revenants, Conah will find a way to stop the original vamps, and then we’ll have a party to celebrate.”
Her optimism reminded me of Fee. “And Elijah will find the Sons of Adam’s base.”
“They don’t call him the bloodhound for nothing.”
“They call him that?”
“No, but they should. Elijah finds stuff— artifacts, people, obscure spells. It’s his gift.”
There was so much I didn’t know about the warlock. “And he works with witches.”
Sloane smiled. “Elijah is one of us.” She stood and stretched so her tee rode up to reveal her taut abdomen and neat six-pack.
My stomach fluttered. Look away.
“Nah, cupcake, feast your eyes if you like.” She smirked. “You can even have a feel later when we’re in bed. Like I said. I don’t bite, not unless you ask me to.”
She padded out of the room. I exhaled and shook off the frisson of desire she always seemed to evoke before turning my mind back to Elijah.
The fact that he was good at finding stuff was great, but this time he was after original vampires. Ancient creatures that we had no idea how to kill.
I was worried about him.
Really fucking worried.
