Page 13 of Knot His Type

I nodded, with a fake smile on my face, and readied myself to contact Jack as I made my way out of Carlton’s office. If I kept having to deal with Jack this month, I was going to need more spell casting sessions. The memory of having a phantom invader inside me last night curled up like a fat cat in my mind and I pushed it aside.

Fishing my phone out of my desk, I saw that I’d already missed two calls from Jack.

That didn’t bode well.

There was a voicemail that simply said, “Call me.” Looking around as if someone might be watching over my shoulder, I saved the voicemail (I saved all of them) and then hit the button to call him back.

“A witch has gone missing,” Jack said as soon as he picked up the call.

Those five words had done more than any freezing spell could do. I was immobile. The only way I knew I was still breathing was that I hadn’t passed out. I was chilled and hot all at once.

A witch has gone missing.

“Claire?” Jack’s voice over the line pulled me back from the brink.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

For a minute, the call was silent, and I wondered if Jack had hung up the phone. Then I heard his breath on the other end. Such an innocuous sound, but it still lit that flame in my belly.

Yep. I was going to be making potions again before the week was out.

“Meet me at the heat lodge out on 198.”

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