“I won’t know until we’re in there and I get a sense for the complexity of the spell weave,” he said.
Gray got to her feet, turning to face the crowd. The collective energy in the room rose considerably, the air suddenly electrified.
We all knew what was coming next.
“Alright, guys,” she said, meeting each of our gazes in turn. Then, with a resolute nod of her head, “Let’s move out.”
Twenty-Seven
ASHER
Gray wasn’t out for power. Hell, she’d had a hard time accepting her own magic, let alone trying to control anyone else’s. World domination? It just wasn’t her style.
But seeing her take charge of the troops, unflinchingly directing us into the Bay where we’d face our ultimate enemies… She had truly come into her own. She was, as Ronan had always believed, born for this.
Our girl was a total badass, and truth be told, I was kind of fucking turned on.
Unfortunately, I’d have to stash that thought for later.
On this night, there would be no sneak attack. No standing around in the snow with our thumbs up our asses, waiting for the signal. No more planning, no more plotting, and no more talking.
There would only be doing.
All of us were out for blood.
From the moment Gray ordered us to move out, we were in motion, loading into the emergency vehicles Elena had commandeered from the RCPD, caravanning east to Blackmoon Bay.
Gray had been confident that with so many witches concentrating their power and intention to a single outcome, we’d be able to override the fae cloaking spells that would otherwise send us in circles.
Her theory proved correct. After a tense drive, we found ourselves driving across a bridge that led straight into the center of the warehouse district.
Ground zero.
We met no resistance. Not on the drive over, and not as we pulled in behind an abandoned warehouse, stashing the vans down a narrow alleyway.
The vampires had ridden in a van with tinted windows, uncertain as to how the Bay’s perpetual sunlight would affect them. Now, I watched as Gray and Darius stepped out first, gingerly stretching their hands into a patch of sunlight.
Nothing happened.
“Remember, it’s glamoured,” Jael said. “None of this is real. Not even the sun. But that also means that when the real sun rises, we won’t necessarily know it until it’s too late. You all need to keep a very close eye on the time.”
Gray glanced at her phone. “It’s nine p.m. now. That means we’ve got a good ten hours until sunrise, but I don’t want to take any chances. Vampires, we all need to be back here or seek other appropriate shelter by six a.m.”
“Clear,” Darius said, and Fiona nodded.
Gray and I checked all the vans, making sure everyone had their weapons and whatever magical items the witches needed. We made a formidable force—witches, vampires, shifters, demons, and our resident human, Spooky. Even Reva was in line, carrying a short blade, her blue eyes wild.
No one had stayed behind, and no one was unprepared.
“That’s everyone,” I said, giving Reva a fist-bump.
We moved quickly after that, the whole crew slipping inside the warehouse for cover. This part of the district had always been a ghost town, and so far, we hadn’t spotted any people—human or super—but we weren’t taking any chances.
Certain we were all secure inside, Gray turned back to Jael. “So, can you undo the glamour?”
“I need an hour, but yes, I can do it. Just remember, Gray—the moment I break the spell weave, they’ll know we’re here. Not necessarily where we are, but they will eventually find us.”
“Or,” she said, flashing a sly, ready-for-anything grin, “we’ll make it easy on them.”
