Page 62 of Witch Unbound
Mel nodded. “I know.” The way she was looking at me, slightly expectant, with a smidge of hope in her eyes…
Oh, fuck.
Wren had seen the place where they took the children. He probably knew the way. He could lead us there.
I couldn’t ignore this. “I’ll go after her.”
“Cora?” Bramble looked at me in horror.
“My magic works there. Not fabulously, but enough to do the job.”
Wren clung to me and then tipped his head back to look up at me. “Cora not go without Wren. Wren keep Cora safe.”
I hugged him. “Thank you, buddy.”
“And me,” Bramble said. “You’re not fucking going without me.”
Mel sagged in relief. “Thank you. They entered Faerie through a rift in Necro. I’ll send you the coordinates as soon as I get back to base.” She backed up and began issuing orders to the guards. They gathered the changelings in their arms, two apiece, and winked out.
Bramble ran a hand over her face. “I guess we better get back home and suit up.”
And tell the guys. They were not going to be happy about this. Not one fucking bit.
* * *
Back at the cabin,the guys and Sloane listened without interruption as I filled them in on what had happened. Wren, hungry after his earlier transformation, sat munching on a bowl of pasta. I’d need him at full strength for the journey ahead.
“So, I have to go.” I winced, waiting for the objections.
Silence reigned.
“What? No objections? No explosions?” This was weird.
Leif pulled me to his chest and rested his chin on my head. “Nope. Because we have a plan.”
I peered at Tor around the bulge of Leif’s bicep. “Plan?”
His jaw was tight, and his expression was somber, but he didn’t look pissed, he looked…resigned. His gaze flicked to Sloane.
“I’m going with you too,” she said simply. “You need a team.”
“One of us will go too,” Tor added. “The two who stay will make sure patrols are covered.”
I couldn’t hide my surprise. “You’re just going to go with this?”
Tor shrugged a huge shoulder. “This is who you are. This is what you do. We love you, so we’ll support you however we can.”
Leif released me reluctantly and the three of them gathered in a circle.
I glanced at Bramble, who shot me a confused look. What were they doing?
The guys held out their fists and then… Wait, were they playing rock paper scissors?
Bramble bit back a smirk.
I placed my hands on my hips. “Seriously?”
They ignored me and continued. I guess this was how they resolved such issues. Shit, I’d totally missed who was winning. But the game was over, and Tor looked pissed.
