Fear and frustration simmered in my gut.
“When?” I shouted, slamming my hand into the back of one of the chairs, but of course my touch passed right through. I could no more cause a physical action here than I could make the monsters sitting around the table answer me.
Still, I didn’t know what else to do. If we had any hope of preventing whatever horrors they’d planned to unleash upon the world, we needed a damn timeframe
“When?” I shouted again. “When the fuck is—”
“When?” Georgie asked suddenly, and I gasped, my eyes darting back to her.
She was looking straight at me
“Georgie?” I asked.
“She can't see or hear us,” Haley said.
I waved my hands. Georgie didn't blink.
But she didn't look away either.
“She heard me,” I said. “I know she did. Guys, she knows we’re here.”
“What did you say, Georgina?” Trinity asked, her voice barely audible, yet shaking with rage.
Georgie's face was ashen.
She broke our gaze and looked back at Trinity, then lowered her eyes. “I just… I was just wondering when we… When you thought we would be leaving Blackman Bay?”
Good girl, Georgie. That’s what we need to know.
“Do you have urgent business elsewhere?” Trinity asked.
“No, mother.”
The fake smile came back out. A shark’s smile. “A date, perhaps? With a boy?”
“Of course not,” Georgie said, her cheeks darkening. But despite her obvious fear, she persisted. “I just wanted to know when we’d be heading up to Seattle.”
“Our target date is in three weeks,” Phillip replied. “But that's assuming—”
“That's enough, Philip.” Trinity turned those dagger eyes back on my little sister. I wondered if she was using her vampire influence, but Georgie didn't flinch. Didn't blink. I sensed the tremble in her body, but she held her chin high, her shoulders squared.
Fucking fight her, little sister. You’re a Silversbane witch. You’ve got this, and we’ve got you.
“It’s a simple question, mother,” Georgie said.
It happened so fast, none of us even realized it until my sister was already bleeding.
Georgie gasped, tears springing to her eyes. She pressed her fingers to the fresh gash on her cheek, wet with blood.
The same blood dripping from Trinity’s dark blue fingernails.
Georgie met my eyes again.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and I knew in my gut her apology was meant for us.
I no longer had control over my body—I no longer cared. All I saw was Georgie’s blood dripping from Trinity’s nails, and I was in motion, launching myself across the table, gunning for the bitch who called herself our mother.
“Gray, stop!” Addie shouted, and then it was like someone had hit us with a sonic wave. I was falling, spinning, sucked through time and space, everything around me disintegrating…
