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I unfurled my wings and readied for a fight. Although Lena hadn’t been there the last time, she drew her sword and stepped in front of me, sensing the danger. I was sure she hadn’t forgotten the story about Kit trying to kill me.
A dark, humorless laugh trickled out of my best friend’s mouth, sending a shiver up my spine. “Don’t worry, Veronica. I don’t want to kill you today. Not yet.”
Combined with an eerie wink, her words did little to relieve me. Kind of the opposite. Goosebumps rose along my arms.
“Kit…” Thane warned, holding his scythe’s device low in his hand. With one click, his deadly weapon would appear.
A deep crease formed between Angela’s eyebrows as she drew them together. She reached up to Kit’s face, lightly touching her temples. “What’s happened?”
Kit’s disturbing black gaze focused on her fiancée. “Releasing so much power at once is…addicting. It wants to control me, devour me.” Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, her nostrils flaring. A vein popped out on her forehead. “I want to give in to release the pressure.”
Angela took Kit’s face in both hands, drawing her closer. “Don’t let it win. Stay with me.”
Kit’s jaw clenched, and she gripped Angela’s arms tight enough to make the human gasp. “You need to get away from me before I hurt you.”
“You would never hurt me,” Angela said, though she winced from the pain of Kit’s hold. She stroked my best friend’s cheeks with her thumbs before rolling onto her tiptoes and pressing her lips to Kit’s.
With a violent shudder, she returned the kiss and loosened her grip on Angela’s arms. She pulled back and opened her eyes—her brown irises had returned.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I let my fiery wings dissipate into ash. Lena sheathed her sword but watched the witches warily with her hand on the hilt. I didn’t blame her, but she didn’t need to worry anymore.
Angela might have been just a human, but her power over Kit superseded magic.
We should all be so lucky.
A strange emotion from Thane flickered through our soul link but vanished before I could identify it. He gave me a quick smile and tucked his scythe’s device back into his pocket.
I frowned, but he’d looked away before seeing my confusion. Now wasn’t the time to ask if he didn’t want to mention it, but I made a mental note to discuss whatever it was later.
Kit sucked in a raspy breath, her focus solely on Angela. “You’re my rock.”
Angela smiled and kissed Kit again. “Always and forever.”
If they kept it up much longer, their level of sweetness was going to give me diabetes. “As adorable as you two are, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Kit nodded and glanced around. “I need to seal this place up. Most of these items are incredibly dangerous and volatile.”
Thane helped hold Angela upright since her legs nearly gave out with her first step.
I glanced around as we headed for the door, knowing that the whole place could have blown at any moment during that spell, and only some of us could resurrect. Not only that, but if something had happened to Kit, we might have gotten trapped inside—forever.
It was an eerie feeling that helped me understand the importance of planning even more.
We rejoined Ivan, who stood with an empty chip bag dangling from one hand while staring wide-eyed at Kit. I guess he got to see the whole impressive display from outside.
After Kit closed the door, she sealed hidden storage room with a quick chant. Holding Angela around the waist, she turned away without a backward glance.
Thane and Ivan realm walked us to the DEA, where we found the others in the conference room.
Adam stood when we entered and bowed his head. “My deepest apologies, Ms. Parker. I had not considered your mother to be such a threat.”
The corners of Kit’s lips tilted up, but her eyes remained cold and hard. “Accepted. Octavia’s where she belongs now.”
A small gasp came from beside her. Angela stood stock still, her eyes opened wide, and a delicate white hand pressed to her mouth. I followed her gaze to Imos and Tundreg.
Oh right. They were obviously not human with their seven-foot stature, dragon scale skin, and weirdly dilated, matching golden eyes.
As our group filled the empty seats, I introduced the dragonmen to Angela and Kit, who remained standing behind her fiancée. If I felt small next to the two giant men, Angela, who might have topped five feet while wearing shoes, must have felt like an ant.
