Chapter 111-2
Her magic was unraveling.
“I’m sorry,” I said tightly. “It won’t happen again.”
Willa shuddered as she let go of my command to leave. “This pacing around and not doing anything isn’t healthy. If you aren’t going to talk to anyone, then you need something to do. Find a project. Pick up knitting. Whatever the hell it takes, but stop damaging the damn shower. We already owe London a stupid amount of money for the medical equipment that you and Kiana ruined. Honestly. The two of you can’t go anywhere.”
“Fine. You can leave now. I’m fine.”
Rolling her eyes, she muttered something under her breath and flounced out. I didn’t regret making her my third, but she sure as hell tried my patience sometimes.
Finn still stood where he was. I glared. “What?”
“Ava and Janelle are doing the best they can, but they may not be strong enough. I know you want to hide Kiana’s witchcraft for as long as possible, but I think we might need help.”
It was true. I’d ordered everyone who’d learned about her magical heritage to silence, which only worked on my pack. London had agreed to keep quiet as long as his silence didn’t hurt his pack, and he’d sworn that nobody else knew. He’d asked Ava for her silence as well.
“Irene can be trusted.”
“Yes, but it would take days for Irene to get here. We do know of one witch who can get here with the snap of her fingers. A powerful one too. You just need London’s permission to invite her.”
He was talking about Lunessa. A witch I neither knew very well nor trusted.
But Kiana did.
“I’ll think about it.”
“Good. Tonight, when you get a chance, you should talk to Amelia. She thinks she’s found a way to help find whoever sent London the drugs, but she doesn’t want to interrupt. And, like Willa said, you need to focus on something. This can be today’s little side project.”
“Finding out who targeted London’s wolves and Kiana is hardly a little side project,” I glared.
“It’s London’s major project, but talking to Amelia about her idea is your side project,” Finn said firmly. Reaching out, he closed the curtain. “I don’t know who found the courage to tell you that you stink, but we’re all grateful. You should maybe lather, rinse, and repeat a few times.”
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My snarl was only met with the closing door, but I took his advice. Finishing my shower, I dried off
and rummaged through Saul’s clothes until I found something that fit. There was still time left in
the ritual, but I heard Kiana’s door open. Immediately, I was back in the hall.
One look at Janelle and Ava’s faces, and I knew that it had failed. “What happened? I thought you
said it would take an hour?”
“As soon as our magic touched her, she repelled it. We dug in deeper, and she started aiming,”
Janelle said with a trace of admiration in her voice.
Ava shot her a look of pure venom. “She started aiming it at me. I’m fucking witch-blind. It’ll take hours for me to heal myself.”
“I said I’d help,” Janelle pointed.
“I don’t want your help.” She glared at Troy. “Is there anyone normal in your pack?”
I started to growl, but she was already walking away. Janelle reached out and touched my arm. She’s had a rough morning. Go easy on her. We’ve basically learned that no amount of our magic is going to help her. We need to figure something else out.”
I thought about what Finn said. “I need to make a phone call,” I sighed. “How are you?”
“Tired. And sleeping alone these days, which is odd.”
I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, and then I remembered that Cindy had been shadowing her every move because she didn’t trust her. “How is she?”
“Better. It doesn’t make me feel less guilty, but we’ll work through it, I guess. I need to nap. I’m sorry, Troy. I want to help her, and I’ll do whatever you ask. I owe her.”
Everybody owed Kiana. She saved lives wherever she went. If only she’d wake up so I could tell her
that.
I entered the room. Saul was checking her blood pressure, He didn’t even turn his head. “Am I going to be able to use my shower today?”
“It’s fine. Just did a little renovation. How is she?”
“Thankfully, her vitals are still strong. Apparently, it doesn’t take all that much energy for her to reflect the magic. You don’t seem as angry. Have you figured out another plan?”
“Finn thinks I should call Irene to contact Lunessa.”
“A powerful Darkwyn witch. She’s proven useful before.”
“But she also likes to hide things, and I’m not sure the other witches will let her out of the den.”
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“Lunessa seems to have a mind of her own. She’ll do whatever she thinks is right. I would not ask London for permission.”
That was an unusual statement for Saul to make. “Why is that?”
“He’ll say no, and I suspect you’ll learn why once she’s here.” He packed his bag and turned to me. You need at least sixteen hours of sleep, but at least you smell better.”
“Fuck off.”
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