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“Are you trying to put us to sleep?” Leif said.
Tor sat back on his haunches and gave Leif an incredulous look. “Don’t disrespect the Tolkien.”
What about a musical?Rune suggested.
Leif threw a pillow at the wolf’s head.
I picked a mug from the tray and settled back to enjoy the banter.
These guys had my back. Really had my back, and there was some comfort in that. But there was no ignoring the kernel of icy foreboding inside me that not even the warmth and love surrounding me could melt.
The feeling that something bad was about to happen.
I just hoped that bad thing wasn’t me.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Lauris parked the van at the end of the alley behind The Order club. It was close enough to get the humans to safety quickly, but not close enough to be spotted by the warlocks, or so we hoped.
Sloane, Poppy, and Jessie sat on the floor in the back of the van, which was cleared out to make room for the humans we hoped to rescue. The rest of the witches pulled up in another vehicle behind us.
We got out and convened on the empty street. To the passersby we’d look like a group of women ready for a night out in our clubbing clothes and heels. The truth couldn’t be further from it.
“Everybody have their glamour bracelets on?” Sloane asked.
Murmurs of assent greeted her question.
“Good. The plan is simple. You guys play decoy while we Elites get the humans out. I’ll signal you when we’re done and then we move to the vomit stage.”
She pointed at a brunette with wide gray eyes. “Have you got the vial?”
“Yes.” She patted her jeans pocket.
The vial was filled with a concoction that would make her sick. Yeah, really gut-wrenching sick. They’d drawn lots as to who’d be the one to take it.
She was the unlucky one.
“You get sick, cause a fuss, and then leave.”
The witches nodded, all on board with the plan.
They had the easy part.
All they needed to do was fake having fun for maybe thirty minutes or so while we infiltrated the back of the club and liberated the humans.
“What if the revenants attack before you’ve finished?” one of the witches asked.
“They won’t.” I gave the witch a reassuring smile. “They’ll want to make sure you’re inebriated and relaxed first. They won’t attack straight off. But if we’re wrong, if they do, then you deploy operation vomit and get out. Don’t worry about us.”
“We’re not just up against regular warlocks,” Sloane said. “But people who are somehow possessed by revenants—what’s left of the older warlocks—and their power will be stronger, their abilities more potent.”
War, hunger, disease, and death. Yeah. I remembered. Every warlock in the Order had one of these skills.
“Be wary, be cautious, and be aware,” Sloane finished.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” Jessie said.
Poppy led the way down the street. We’d have to approach the club via the front like everyone else, which meant following the street round and cutting across the parking lot that made up part of The Order’s outdoor dance floor.
