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“Actually, I want something different,” I told her, my voice trembling. By the moon, I hoped she would help. “You see, I need something stronger.”
The witch smiled at me, revealing yellowed and crooked teeth. “The black vial, dearie. That’s the strongest I have. But be careful. If this is your first time, it might knock you out for a couple of hours.”
I shook my head. “No, I don’t want a potion. I need something to knock out a half-wolf shifter, half-demon … permanently.”
Her dark eyes rounded. “You’re looking in the wrong place, dearie.” The amusement was gone from her voice. “I don’t sell those kind of potions.”
“But what if I pay and—“
“You didn’t hear me, dearie. I won’t sell you anything.”
My stomach sank. “Then point me in the right direction. Someone who can help me.”
“You don’t understand, dearie. You won’t find anyone here. If a witch, or anyone else, is found with that kind of potion, we’ll be in violation of the club’s rules and that gives the owner the right to kill us on the spot. No one is stupid enough to try.”
I stared at her.
No, there had to be someone. There was always someone doing illegal things. Which was terrible, really, but right now, I didn’t care.
For the first time in almost a year, I had seen a glimmer of hope.
I wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“But—“
“No buts, dearie.” The witch’s expression changed. She shooed me off with her wrinkly hands. “Now leave. My next client is waiting.”
I wanted to argue with her, to beg her, to offer her my life in exchange for a solution, but I didn’t think she would change her mind. I stood and stepped away, freeing the space for her next customer.
My breath hitched and the hope in my chest died.
No, I couldn’t be done yet. I held on to the hope with both my hands and looked around. Someone else here was probably selling potions. Even if they couldn’t sell the potions I needed now, maybe they had something for later. I would figure out how to get it, how to pay them for it.
I walked between the low couches along the wall and the round tables, my steps slow and unsure, searching for witches. The problem was, almost everyone in here looked devious, and I had no way of knowing who was a witch unless I asked.
I reached the end of that area and paused. To my left was the entrance. My heart squeezed. I could run. Then I could find a witch or someone to make the potion I was looking for. Or I could find someone to help me attack Conri and save the Nightshade pack. Maybe the other wolf packs in the area. There had been a handful of them before, but I hadn’t heard anything about them since Conri took control.
But what about Minsi? And Rue? And the others? If I left like this, who would make sure Conri didn’t hurt Minsi, didn’t kill the others?
I pressed a hand to my aching heart.
A force hit me so hard, my breath whooshed out of my chest. In one second, I was standing there, pondering about my ill future, and the next, I had my back against the wall, two hands on either side of my head, and a looming figure caging me in.
I swallowed a yelp and died on the inside, sure it was Conri. He had found me and now I would be punished for my behavior.
Then I stared at the face inches from mine.
My breath caught.
No, it couldn’t be.
But it was.
I hadn’t seen this face, this body, in almost a year, but there was no denying it. Dark brown hair cut short around a fierce face and sharp features. I had always thought his jaw and chin could cut stone. Smooth, olive skin, thick eyebrows and deep, chocolate-colored eyes that stared at me as if he was seeing a freaking ghost.
Shane.
The alpha’s son who had fled and left his pack to die.
Minsi’s older brother.
And my mate.
