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Dante already turned the main room into one big map of the country, with Amanda’s light flashing over Wolf Creek. It hasn’t moved one little bit since I watched it show up.
Dante tried to teleport to where she is, but he could only teleport to where was standing when the spell that took her away from us triggered.
I keep my gaze on the map, and another light springs up close to Amanda’s.
The only difference is, this one isn’t flashing.
“She’s near,” Cheryl says.
“Take me to her,” I tell them.
Rachel nods. “You two stay here. We’ll be back.”
She looks at me. “Close your eyes for the teleport. Otherwise, it might make you feel sick.”
I already feel sick, but I don’t bother to mention that. I know I won’t feel better until our mate is back home and she’s safe. I close my eyes.
The cool breeze tells me when we’ve arrived at our destination.
I open my eyes to the familiar sight of the forest near the academy.
We’re in almost the exact spot where I buried those gators last summer.
The witch stares at us wide-eyed, pushing up to her feet.
She looks like a mess. Her crimson hair is covered in twigs and leaves, and she looks like she’s been rolling around in the mud out here, judging by how dirty her skin and clothes are. I think the dress is supposed to be pink and black, but I could be wrong.
“Shannon Porter?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She staggers backward, until she runs into a tree.
“Maybe,” she says, her voice shaking. “It depends. Who wants to know?”
She glances from me to Rachel and winces when she spots the book in Rachel’s hands.
She sighs softly and holds up her hands. “Look, I’m having a really bad day, okay, so whatever this is …”
“She’s a quarter witch,” Rachel tells me. “No coven.”
A quarter witch? I’ve heard that before, but it takes a second to realize what she means by it.
She’s a hybrid, and her abilities are low because she doesn’t have that much witch in her.
There’s no way she’s behind Amanda’s disappearance.
“And that’s how I like it,” Shannon blurts, shooting Rachel a worried glance. “I would never make a good coven witch, so you can forget about trying to recruit me, or whatever …”
“That’s not what I’m here for,” Rachel tells her, cutting her off.
“You’re a charm maker, right?” I ask.
“Charms, potions. Yeah. Low level. Temporary effects. And I don’t dabble in love spells. Those are fake as shit. The witches who sell them are … Wait. You’re not a witch who sells those are you?”
Rachel shakes her head. “No.”
Shannon lets out a relieved breath. “Sorry. I just … I don’t know how I got out here, and I’ve no idea where here even is. Plus, the stupid heel broke off my stupid shoe and I fell into this like creek or river a few miles back … Like I said, I’m having a bad day.”
“You don’t know how you got out here?” Rachel asks.
