Amusement dances in Soraya’s emerald eyes momentarily before she smirks and focuses straight ahead once more. “She showed it to you?”
Ansel sounds indignant. “Of course she did.”
“Because you’re her boyfriend?”
Color seeps into Ansel’s cheeks instantly, and he begins to sputter. “I… Well… I…um…”
“What did you want me to find in that book?” I ask, putting Ansel out of his misery—though a part of me is really, really tempted to hear his answer.
What are we to each other? Friends? Something more? Does he evenwantmore with me? I think he does, but I also think he’s too terrified to say anything, which means I’ll need to take the first step.
But…later.
Hopefully when my mind isn’t so convoluted with questions and half answers.
“Maybe I just thought the book was interesting.” Soraya shrugs a single shoulder and continues walking, and she stops only when she reaches a door at the end of the hall. “Don’t you find it…enlightening?”
She doesn’t wait for me to respond before pushing the door open. We enter another hallway, but this one has numerous doors running down the length of each side.
“Guests and visiting covens can stay here,” Soraya explains, confusing me further.
“Okay?”
“I can give you an hour. Two at most. Use the time wisely. I’ll knock when we need to head back.” She pauses at a door and turns towards me. “You ready?”
“No,” I answer honestly, confused out of my mind.
Soraya’s lips twitch, but she doesn’t respond as she pushes open the door.
Almost immediately, two figures charge forward, anger painting deep lines across their faces.
“What the fuck is going on?” one snaps.
“Why the hell did you lock us in here?” another demands, crossing his arms over his chest.
My breath catches, and I take a stumbling step forward. Both men turn to stare at me, and the anger on their faces transforms into wonder and awe.
“Grayson. Ethan.” A sob catches in my throat, and then I’m racing forward and pulling them into my arms.
They hug me back just as tightly, one on each side, and a sense of rightness settles deep inside of me. This is where I’m supposed to be. With them, in their arms.
Even if we are missing a few people.
Everyone begins speaking at once.
“Are you okay?”
“What the fuck happened?”
“Did the witches hurt you?”
“I cheated on you with a garbage can and a lamppost.”
Wait…what?
Twenty-Four
ANSEL
