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“No, she’s not dead yet, but I’ve got a feeling we’ll have to move fast or she will be. I’ll head over and pick up Russell, and we’ll meet you around the back of the warehouse. You got a pen?”
He grabbed one and quickly wrote down the address. “What about Kirby?” he added, glancing down at her.
“She can’t come with you. It’s too dangerous. We’ll just have to chance leaving her there.”
“No, we can’t—”
“We have no choice, Doyle. We must catch the witch, and this is our best shot. But if something goes wrong, we can’t risk Kirby being close.”
But dare they risk leaving her alone? He certainly couldn’t.
She placed a hand on his stomach, her touch so warm against the ice suddenly encasing his gut.
“I’ll be okay,” she said, voice soft. “I can protect myself, and I still have Camille’s beads. If the very worst happens and the witch turns up, I can use them to shield my appearance while I make a run for it.”
“No. I’m not leaving you alone.” Especially now that Russell had been attacked. If the witch could find him so easily, she might know where they were, as well.
“I heard what she said, shifter, and she’s making perfectly good sense,” Camille said.
Only if you didn’t love the person in question. But he did, and there was no way on this Earth he was going to leave her here alone. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving her unprotected.”
“But I’m not unprotected.” She raised up on her toes and brushed a kiss across his cheek. “I have both my abilities and Helen’s.”
“If the spell worked. We don’t know that it did.”
“I trust Helen, and we have no reason to believe that it didn’t work.”
“Kirby—”
“No. We both know this might be your only shot to stop this woman, and you can’t risk that by worrying over my safety. I’ll be okay. I promise.”
He sighed. She was making perfectly good sense, and he knew it. The only way she was ever going to be totally safe was by them finding and killing the witch. He just wished there were a way they could do that without leaving her unguarded.
“Okay, okay, I give in.” He glanced at his watch, then asked her, “How long will it take me to get to the docks from here?”
She shrugged. “Maybe an hour, maybe more, depending on the traffic.”
“Let’s just hope our witch hangs around that long,” Camille muttered. “See you there in an hour, Doyle.”
He hung up, then brushed his fingers across Kirby’s cheek, tucking her hair back behind her ears. “I don’t want to do this.”
Her smile was tremulous. “And you think I want to be left alone? Knowing that witch might be out there, just waiting to send her beasties after me the minute you leave?”
“Then why—”
“Because it may be the only chance we get, and you have to take it.”
She reached up and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss, all the while wishing he had the time to do more. Lord, she’d barely even touched him, yet he was aching with the need to make love to her again.
“Just make sure you come b
ack to me,” she murmured, her breath warm against his lips.
“Always.” He pulled back a little, staring into her smoke-colored eyes—something he hoped to be doing for the rest of his life. “Just promise me you won’t go anywhere unless that witch turns up.”
“I promise.”
He kissed her again, briefly, urgently, then grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed. “Call me if anything happens,” he said, and scrawled down his phone number.
