“You know, I’ve never known him to spend time with anyone other than you.” Grim studies me.
I shrug. “Maybe he was waiting for someone to give him an invitation.”
Grim’s head bobs. “Or maybe, he’s just as drawn to you as the rest of us.”
I scoff and pat the sofa. “Have a seat,” I say to Aeson.
After taking her place, she looks around. “So, what are we going to do about the witch?” She gets right down to business.
“Oh, we’ll kill him, and make sure that everyone he’s ever taught that ritual is dead, too. He can’t keep getting away with killing the Charmed and not paying the consequences,” I tell her what I’ve been thinking about for days.
“Okay, so…” She’s perceptive, as always. “Any new info from the Pixies?”
“Nothing. Everything that was linked to him has gone belly up in the last seventy-two hours,” Gunnar interjects.
Aeson sits forward. “Tell me we have some other way to find him.”
Grim raises his hand. “All my Reapers know I want to get notified of every Charmed death, no matter what the circumstances.”
“So, we have to sit around and wait.” Aeson drops back to the couch.
“What other options do we have? Vanessa’s entire coven is gone—dead or scattered. No one knows who he is.” The words taste like ash on my tongue, but I won’t lie to her.
“That’s fucking bullshit.” She punches the sofa.
“Believe me,I know,” I mutter, pissed off again. “But he’s been doing this a long time. He won’t be able to help himself. He’ll do it again, and when he does…we’ll catch his ass.”
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
