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Silvan cocked his head back. “Fenrir’s Rose. There’s none left in the forest and hasn’t been for years. Who told you it was here?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she muttered. “It’snothere. This is a waste of time. I should be holding Thora’s hand, not running around looking for a silly flower. This is so dumb.”
“Marécage Island. It grows there.” Silvan grimaced at his sudden bout of foolishness. If he thought Asa was mad at him before, well, telling a witch where they’d moved the invaluable plant was probably enough to get him excommunicated for a few months.
Romy looked up at him with a hopeful blink. “Where’s that?”
Tell her it’s unreachable. Tell her you were wrong. Tell her anything but the truth.“I could take you.”
“You could?” She watched him closely. Her pouty mouth opened and closed. “And why would you do that?”
Yeah, fuckhead, why?“You said she’ll die without it?”
Romy bit her lip and nodded.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“We don’t know. Maybe a curse? Maybe an illness? She’s…” She turned around, searching. “Ah, God, where is Dane?”
“Ditch the nerd,” Silvan said. His hand snaked out and wrapped around her forearm. She looked down at it with a little gasp. “And I’ll help you.”
“Then tell me why.” She yanked her arm away with a defiant look that made him so hard he winced. “Wolves hate witches. How do I know you won’t lead me into a trap and kill me?”
“You don’t,” Silvan said, laughing in spite of the somber pall. “But your sister is just a kid, yeah? Kids are innocent.”
Romy aimed a soft chuckle at the ground. “And us? What are we?”
“Old enough to bear the burdens,” Silvan answered. They both went quiet. “We can’t do it now. Poindexter back there will be looking for you. Wouldn’t want him bringing a fucking search party and starting a war.”
“I’m scared one is coming anyway…” Romy sighed and looked behind her again. “My mother would kill me if she knew I was talking to you. Toanyother preternatural.”
“Do you always do everything your mother tells you?”
“Well, I try,” she said with an offended scowl.
“I’ve heard plenty of stories about Cassia Delacroix in her prime. She wasn’t always so fucking proper.”
“What? What does that mean?”
“Nothing.” Silvan braced a hand on a nearby tree. “Need to decide now before your boyfriend comes back. If he sees me, I’m done.”
Romy nibbled her lip and tapped one of her sneakers on the leaves. “When, then?”
Silvan killed his forming grin. It wasn’t appropriate in the midst of talk about a dying child, but neither was his raging hard-on—which was much more stubborn. “You remember how you got here?”
She nodded.
“You could get here again by yourself? Don’t need a babysitter?”
“Of course I don’t need a fucking babysitter!” Her eyes flared in indignant anger.
“Yo,” Silvan snapped, patting the air. “Keep your damn voice down, princess. Unless you wanna wake thereallyscary wolves.”
“Whatever,” she muttered. Her eyes swept his engorged cock again, lingering. He had half a mind to grip it and offer it up to her as dessert. She seemed to almost tear herself away to look up. “I can find my way back on my own. I don’t need help. Just tell me when.”
“A quarter after two,” he said, locked in a battle with himself he’d lost before he even started. “Come alone, or don’t come at all.”
“How do we get to this island?”
