Page 66 of Witch Untold
The vamps exchange glances. Then Mircea speaks. “We can’t. Our time here is up. We must return to Barrow.”
“We’re bound there,” Vlad continues, his words clipped. It obviously pains him to admit this fact. “We can leave, but only for a few hours at a time. The ice walkers were penned in by a barrier, which your portal punched a hole into.”
“So it’s our fault now?” Bramble throws back.
Radu smirks. “No, now it’s your problem.”
Vlad makes a sound of exasperation. “It doesn’t work that way, not if we want to go home.” He closes his eyes and takes a steadying breath before fixing his amber gaze on me. “We need your help.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Twice in one day. We’re honored.”
“It’s not like we can stop Razor Smile,” Bramble points out.
“No,” Vlad says. “But you can track him. Find him. And when we return, we’ll kill him.”
He raises his hands, turning them over, and I note the ethereal quality to them.
“We’ll be back as soon as we can,” Vlad says.
The three vampires vanish.
“Great!” Jessie practically snarls. “Drop one threat and pick up a fucking other.” She strides toward the exit.
“Jess, wait, where are you going?” Poppy runs after her.
“To see Anna. She needs to call the Magiguard, make sure Sloane gets the help she needs. We arenotlosing another witch.”
My instinct is to go after Cora, but if I do that, then she comes back to this fucking mess.
Instead, I look down at the wolves, allowing my lip to curl. “Take off the fur and let’s get to work, ladies.”
Tor growls at me, afuck you, if I’m not mistaken, but Leif obliges, shifting into human form.
A couple of witches gasp.
Good, his naked ass should lighten the mood. “Let’s get this mess cleaned up.” Everyone stares at me. I glare back. “Now!”
When Cora returns, it’ll either be in relief or riddled with grief. I intend to be here for her either way.
I intend to be here for her always.
Everything has changed, and for the first time in my life, the past no longer matters. All that matters is the future.
All that matters is her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Cora
Sloane lay strapped to an examination bed in a secure room. The Magiguard science dudes had attached electrodes to her body to monitor her vitals, because, yeah, she had vitals, we’d just been unable to detect them.
Wren was unconscious on another bed across the room. They’d strapped him down too, a precaution just in case he morphed again. I had no doubt he wouldn’t hurt me, but we couldn’t be sure he’d give the Magiguard the same courtesy.
Two Magiguard in hazard suits moved between the beds, checking on Sloane and Wren.
I pressed my hand to the thick glass between them and us. “Please tell me you can help them.”
Ursula sighed. “If anyone can, it’ll be Micah and Mel. They’re our head biochem techs.”
