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“Not killing, yet.”
“Less in,” Rainey replies with a grin.
“But I know how we can confront Odette with no risk to us.”
“How?” Hand still on her stomach, Delaney studies me.
“We project to her.”
“Project?”
“It’s an old spell, one my parents used to use when they were meeting with the councils. We can send our consciousness to her, talk to her, see her, but she can’t hurt us, and we can’t hurt her.”
“What do you want to do? Sit down with the bitch and have a nice chat?”
“Precisely. We tell her that we’re coming for them, that we have an army and we’re going to kill them all.”
“So lay our plan at their feet, then.”
“We scare her into running, and her fear will spread to the others. That fear will make them weak.”
“You do realize that if they run, we lose home-field advantage,” Delaney says. When we both stare at her, she shrugs. “Cole got me into sports.”
“Because our lives aren’t enough of a rush.” Rainey snorts.
“We do lose home-field advantage,” I admit. “But, we also gain the advantage of not having to launch a full-on assault into a heavily guarded and warded building.”
“When do you want to confront this bitch?”
“Now.”
Rainey’s savage grin mirrors my own. “Let’s do it.”
“Sounds great to me.”
“Okay, hold my hands. Let’s see if I can remember how to do this.”
They take my outstretched hands then link their own between them. “Have you ever actually done this before?” Rainey asks.
“Once. I wasn’t able to hold it long, though, so we’ll need to get our point across quickly.”
“I can help hold it longer,” Delaney offers. When we both look at her, she purses her lips. “Look, I’m not fragile just because I have a baby growing inside of me.”
“You’ll forgive us for being nervous. You do have a habit of being reckless.”
“Says the woman whose official motto is to live like a badass and who has a plan to go out in a pool of blood.”
Rainey shrugs. “I’m a homicide detective who moonlights as a supernatural hunter. I’d say the odds of me going out in a fight are rather good.”
I tune them out, focusing only on Odette’s face and how badly I want to see her. I pull at my magic, letting it snap around us and surge through my veins. The air shifts around us, and Delaney tightens her grip on my hand.
When I next open my eyes, we’re no longer standing in the center of the living room. A white-haired woman looks up from her desk, eyes widening almost comically as she scoots back so fast her chair falls.
I grin. “Hello, Odette.”
