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He had Lorn, and only the Great Spirits above knew what he planned to do with her.
“You don’t know who took her, but do you have any idea where she is?” I asked, desperate for something, anything, that would help.
“Just as his face is hidden from view, so is his location. I want to help, but you’re askin’ the wrong questions.” Mama narrowed her eyes. “What did you first come to seek?”
“We need to find Darbonne,” Dason stated. “We tracked his magickal signature to his apartments in the French Quarter, but they were empty.”
“Ah, now I can be of service,” Mama smiled and reached for a pen. She scribbled furiously on a piece of paper and then handed it to Axel. “Be careful with dat. Dere is much unrest in the witching world, and he’s gone into hiding with dose who follow him. I assume you can find your way?”
“On it.” Axel was already creating another portal to the address Mama had provided.
I held my hand out, prepared to seal a blood promise, the currency Mama requested in exchange for her services. Even though she’d only provided us with an address, it was a shot at saving Lorn. At getting our mate back, and I’d pay anything for that. Surprisingly, she curled my fingers back into my palm and pushed my arm away.
“Da only payment I require is dat you kill the oneresponsiblefor takin’ our Lorn from us.” She squeezed my hand and her eyes were deadly.
“Don’t worry,” I said as I pulled away and followed the others through the portal, sending one last glance at Mama as I made a promise I planned to fulfill. “I intend to.”
* * *
Darbonne marched down the steps of his plantation while Chayton leveled an attack against the wards the warlock had erected around his estate.
Wand sparking deadly red magick, Darbonne looked every bit the threat he was. Power radiated off of him, and the sky darkened. Other witches and warlocks poured out of his front door to join him.
“What is the meaning of this?” he bellowed when he realized who we were.
“We need to speak to you,” Dason demanded, stepping up to answer in my place. My teeth were on edge, but as the alpha who’d had the most contact with the warlock, it made sense for him to head this conversation.
“That’s not how this arrangement works. I’m the one who comes to you. Not the other way around. How did you find us?” he asked darkly, refusing to lower his wand. “These wards are the strongest in the east.”
“Mama Dunne,” Dason answered while the rest of us remained quiet.
“That old hag.” Some of the tension in Darbonne eased. “No one else followed you?” He glanced around, checking our surroundings.
“No. Of course not,” Axel growled.
“You have no idea what’s been happening. The High Coven Leader, Kingston, is on a warpath. These people are seeking asylum with me. Their welfare is on my shoulders.” Darbonne finally lowered his wand and Chayton stopped fucking with his ward. “Have you come with information?” Taking stock of our group, his brows slashed downward. “Where is Lorn? And gods, are there more of you?” Darbonne whispered as he counted us.
I growled. “Enough with the fuckery. Lorn’s been taken.”
“We need your help.” Dason’s magick flared with the growing number of witches and warlocks behind Darbonne, and a murmur shot through the crowd at the sight.
“Shadow touched!” one shouted.
“Unnatural magick,” another muttered.
“Enough,” Darbonne’s voice boomed over the crowd. “These shadow touched are my friends and they will come to no harm here or anywhere I hold jurisdiction.” With that, the magick sparking from his wand fizzled out and Dason recalled his own.
Dason procured the map and scrying glass. “We need to find her, but her location is being hidden from us. The kidnapper used the tavia glass which erased her signature and now we can’t get a lock on her location. And whoever is behind her kidnapping is also cloaked. Even from Mama Dunne.”
Darbonne snapped his gaze to Dason’s. “Mama can’tseethem?”
A heavy weight settled over the group.
“Stand back,” he ordered, and his wand flared to life. A spell flew from his lips in rapid succession until the ward parted and the gate swung open.
Are we really doing this?Axel hesitated.
This is a death sentence, Kota growled, eyeing the witches and warlocks who still held onto their wands as they warily studied us in return.
