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“All I know is, I found a really good place to stay, and then I woke up in the middle of the damn woods without any of my stuff. So, yeah, maybe that really good place to stay was a mistake.”
She leans against the tree. Honestly, she looks like she’s been having a bad day.
“Truth?” Rachel asks, sending magic out with her words.
Shannon blinks at her. “Everything’s hazy.”
“When was everything hazy?”
“When I met him. I shouldn’t have agreed to do that, but I was desperate. I needed the money.”
“Who did you meet? When was this?”
“He was a shifter. I like shifters. Usually. It was a day ago, maybe two. Time is all messed up in my head. He did that. He had a pre-mixed spell.” She gasps as her gaze becomes more focused. “Oh, Goddess! He took away my memories. The spell … That’s what it did!”
I glance at Rachel. It’s pretty clear already.
This witch isn’t the villain. She’s a victim.
“Why did you meet him?” Rachel asks.
Shannon crosses her arms. “I was desperate, like I said. I wouldn’t have sold him a thing if I thought he was going to do that.”
“You sold him a spell?”
She nods. “It was nothing. I mean if he had a supplier already who could mix up a memory eraser then I don’t know why he needed me.”
“What was the spell, Shannon?”
She blows out a breath. “I make a mean invisibility potion. That’s what he bought from me.”
“That’s all?” Rachel asks.
“That’s all.” Shannon frowns. “I guess that means I’m still in Wolf Creek.”
“Can you tell us anything about the guy you sold the spell to?” Rachel asks before I get the chance.
Shannon shrugs. “He was average-looking for a shifter. Usually they’re way hotter, like this one.”
She gives me a disturbingly sexual stare down before she snaps her attention back to Rachel.
“I mean, if you have a picture, I could say yay or nay. He wouldn’t give me his name.”
“I’ll ask Danny,” I murmur to Rachel.
“He definitely didn’t look like a Danny,” Shannon says. “More like an Eric or a Dave.”
I get my phone out and text him, asking him to get Jillian to send a picture asap.
“Um, so, could I have my book back?” Shannon asks Rachel.
Rachel looks at me. “I don’t think there’s anything in it that warrants the lock.”
“Oh, I have the usual useless array of spells in there,” Shannon admits. “I don’t really use it for that.”
“You don’t?” Rachel asks.
“I have a shit list at the back,” she says. “Guys who’ve scorned me. Or zombied me, or whatever. I like to keep track. I might get the chance for revenge at some point. Also, I write what they did to remind me not to let them come crawling back. It’s easy to forget how big an asshole someone is when you haven’t been laid in a while.”
