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“They disappeared through some portal. Fucking cowards.”
Rage rolls off the eldest sister, and I know she’s thinking what we all are:Lucy.The dark witch who’s been terrorizing our merry band of supers over the last couple of months. I roll my neck, remembering that not too long ago, she’d snapped it, sending me into the veil for a brief moment before Delaney’s power brought me back.
“Were any of them injured?” The fae folds his arms.
“At least one. Had a bullet hole in her stomach,” Walker replies.
Delaney turns to the two men and says something I can’t quite hear. My heart thunders, the increased pace not making any sense at all. Panic lurches in my gut, and it takes everything in me to stay on my feet.What the bloody hell is going on?
“Where’s the nearest hospital?” Delaney asks, pulling my attention back from whatever crisis my body is going through.
I’m overworked, tired, and haven’t fed in nearly a week. I’m guessing this is my body’s way of reminding me that, while I may be immortal, I’m hardly bulletproof.
“St. Vincent’s would be the closest one with an emergency room,” Walker tells her.
“Then that’s where we start. You driving?” she asks, shifting her attention to Cole.
“Always.”
Delaney offers me a nod before all three of them turn away and head back toward the truck. As they speed off, I try my best to focus on something—anything—other than my racing heart. Pulling out my cell again, I fire off a text to Bronywyn. She’ll lie to me, again. I know that much.
But I have to at least check in.
Me: Is everything all right?
Staring down at my phone, I wait for her response, but when nothing comes through after a few minutes, I shove it back into my pocket.
“Call me if anything else comes up.”
Before they can respond, I blur across town, leaving my car and opting to run since it’s faster. In less than a minute, I’m pushing through the front door of Bronywyn’s house.
“Tarnley,” Winnie greets. “She’s upstairs. Sitting room.”
“Thanks.” Gripping the handrail, I ascend the stairs two at a time until I reach the landing and push into Bronywyn’s sitting room.
She turns toward me, eyes darker than I remember, a glass of whiskey in her hand.
“You never responded.”
“To what?”
“I asked you if everything was all right.”
She stares at me a moment longer, then rapidly blinks and takes a drink from her whiskey. "Sorry. Been a bit chaotic here.”
Understanding she’s probably exhausted, I let it go and head farther inside. “Delaney said Elijah is going to be fine?”
“He will be,” she confirms.
The pain in my chest spreads, so I press the heel of my hand to my sternum and knead the muscle there. “Are you okay? Something feels off.”
“I’m fine. Where is Delaney now?” Setting her glass to the side, she turns to fully face me and crosses both arms.
“Out hunting for dark witches,” I reply. “She wants to find the ones that attacked tonight.”
Something passes over her face, but it’s so quick I barely notice it. “Are you—”
“I’m sorry, Tarnley, but can we talk tomorrow? I’m exhausted.”
