“How dowe get rid of it?” We’re all in my bedroom at home. Gunnar has become more and more withdrawn since arriving home a few hours ago. Our conversation hasn’t evolved much since getting here either.
“The only way to get rid of a spell like this is for the caster to remove it, or to kill him,” Gunnar admits finally.
“I vote for the latter,” I chime in quickly.
“We haven’t had much luck finding him, let alone killing the bastard,” Gunnar mutters with his arms crossed over his chest.
I rise from the end of the bed and stand right in front of him. His eyes track my movements, but he doesn’t unfold his arms to invite me closer. “We’ll find him, Kitten, and I might have an idea how.” I hold up the leather strap he dropped on the ground after absorbing the rune.
“What do you plan on doing with that?” Calix asks from behind me.
“I think it’s time we call in a favor from Torin.”
“What can the wolf do?” Gunnar lowers his hands to his sides with a gleam of interest in his eyes.
“It’s not the wolf, but someone he knows.” I raise my brows. “Maybe the witch from the club can track where this spell came from.”
“Shit!” Calix curses. “That’s a good idea.” He’s already scrambling out of the room. If I had to guess, he’s on his way to get his phone to call Torin.
Gunnar peers down at me, and one side of his lips tip up the slightest bit. It’s the first time since leaving the clearing he hasn’t looked completely wrecked. Snapping his hand out, he grabs the back of my neck and drags me forward for a hot, hard kiss. I lean into him and the kiss, bracing my hands on his impressive chest. When I pull back, I look right up into his eyes. “I think you’re the perfect monster, even if you don’t have the teeth to prove it,” I whisper. Gunnar places his forehead on mine and lets out a heavy breath.
I feel Grim’s portal opening, so I spin around to find my angel holding a very disgruntled Torin by his upper arm. “Wolfy! Just who I wanted to see.”
“You could have called,” he mumbles, and wipes his hands over his face. “Damn, are you having triplets?” He eyes me up and down.
Grim sends him stumbling with a well-placed jab of his elbow, which causes Torin to snicker and hold up his hands in surrender. “I’m just kidding, doll, you look great.” Grim hits him again with another jab.
“So, not that I’m complaining, but to what do I owe the honor?” Torin looks around. “This your bedroom? Damn, where do you even get a bed that big?”
I snap my fingers. “Focus.”
Torin blinks at me a few times and a slow smile forms on his lips. “I forgot how much I like you.”
Gunnar growls, proving the loss of his magic hasn’t changed him too much. “I need a meeting with the witch from Savannah. I thought Calix was going to call you, but it seems Grim decided not to wait.”
“The witch, what was his name?” I tap my forehead.
“Gregory,” Grim supplies. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that the Grim Reaper remembers his name. Oh, well.
“That’s it. Do you know where to find him?”
“I’m sure he will be at the club tonight. He is most nights,” Torin replies. I look over at the clock. It’s six a.m. Most days I’d be sleeping or getting ready for bed at this time.
“Do you have his number or another way to get a hold of him?” I question, not feeling very patient. Antonio may already know we were at the school and what happened to Gunnar.
“I can get it if it’s important,” he offers, as a more serious expression falls over his features. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m hoping with his help, shit is about to get a whole lot better,” I answer.
Chapter 25
Torin hits a button on his phone and shoves it back into his pocket. “He gave me an address. You sure you want to deal with this guy? Witches are sketchy.”
“I agree, but yes,” I reply. “Grim, can you go fetch him?”
“I’ll get him, but I don’t want to bring him back here.”
“Don’t want him in the love den, I get it,” Torin quips. It’s been several months since I’ve seen him, but he seems more relaxed and comfortable than I’d ever known him to be. It’s nice.
