Chapter 134-1
Kiana
Clam
Troy held my hand as I joined him outside of Irene’s little cottage which had, suspiciously, grown twice as big as the last time I saw it. “Been doing a little construction?” I asked lightly.
“We’ve had so many witches stay recently that Irene became annoyed at the size of her house.
Jenson had it expanded.”
“Seamlessly.”
Troy smiled. “He’s good at construction. How do you think Razor’s Edge was put back together so
quickly?”
“And he’d do anything for Irene?”
“Why are there so many wolves in my pack who will not acknowledge their mates?” he said in exasperation before he squeezed my hand. “Are you certain you’re up for this tonight?”
It wasn’t the first time he’d asked as we drove over here, and I nodded. We needed information, and quick. It didn’t matter that my jolt of energy upon waking up was already rapidly waning. Claudine was decades ahead of us. We needed to get there faster, and the Crone was the only one I knew who had information. Who could help us.
Magic pulsed in the house and vibrated the windows. Troy and I both tensed. “Do that again, you old hag, and I’ll bury you so deep under this territory that Troy’s grandchildren will be shitting on top of you,” Irene shouted.
“Things must be going well,” I said lightly. Troy just scowled. Closing his eyes, he let his own power pulse, and the house went silent. “Oh good. They know you’re here.”
“I’ll be annoyed if I get hit by wayward magic,” he explained as he walked up to the door and knocked. A few seconds later, Lunessa opened it. Her skin was a little too pale, and her eyes a little too bright. “How are things going?”
“You took too long,” she grumbled and stepped back. She and Irene were standing in chalk circles, and on the ceiling, in what looked like a giant spider web, the Crone was suspended.
So, she was as welcome here as she was in my bathroom. I almost smiled before I remembered the enormous pulse of power a few seconds ago. The Crone was pissed, and I needed them to
release her.
“We need to talk to her,” I said carefully.
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Irene scowled but waved her hand. The webs around the Crone’s face disappeared. “Careful. She can do a lot of damage with that mouth.”
“I tried to tell them that I came here in peace,” the Crone snarled. “They did not listen.”
“You’ve kept too many secrets for too long. It’s hard to know which side you’re on, and at the moment, that’s a dangerous place to be.”
“I told you of the darkness. I made your mate keep you. I knew our only chance is if the two of you stood together, and I did not kill you, despite knowing that it would be much simpler if you were dead,” The Crone snapped. “How dare you question my loyalty!”
“Secrets make it hard to trust. If Irene and Lunessa release you, the slate is wiped clean. You won’t punish Lunessa for leaving you. We won’t punish you for keeping secrets.”
“Very well. I think we can all agree that there are more important issues,” she conceded.
I nodded, and Lunessa and Irene, after some hesitation, murmured under their breaths. The Crone fell heavily toward the floor only to hover the last foot before gracefully descending. I looked around. “Where is Janelle?”
“She left the moment the Crone appeared,” Irene explained. “She was worried that she was the
target.”
“Can you call her back? I want all the magic possible at our disposal. Everyone needs to be on the same page. Claudine no doubt as an immense amount of magic at her disposal.”
“And then some,” the Crone muttered.
When she looked at me in annoyance, I shot the look right back. “You’ve known Claudine was the target all along.”
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