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“But is she a fashion pioneer or a fashion emergency?” Bloom quipped.
Mack laughed appreciably.
“Etta sees potential in them. I think we are moving toward some sort of arrangement where they will apprentice with the witches.”
“Seriously? Remind me to stay on their good sides,” Mack joked.
“Nothing is in stone yet.”
Mack just nodded.
The mother and daughter were hardly the focus of her concern at the moment, though. The dead shifter with the red blotch was.
As unpredictable as she had always felt shifters were, she knew shifters didn’t just fly off the handle like that.
And Dax had confirmed that the shifter they found had indeed been a user. They assumed the red splotch was either a side effect, or maybe related to taking the drug. Either way, Dax was concerned to say the least.
As he should be.
They had all been quick to think the business with that drug was in the past…but she had actually had to kick a few patrons out recently who were getting a bit rowdy when her staff made it clear that they were not dealing the drug. Apparently, word on the street was that they were.
“And, Mack? Let’s make it double clear that no talk of that drug will be tolerated. Tell Lucas to make sure patrons remove hats, etc. before coming in. I’m not sure what that forehead mark is, but it seems like one way to detect a user at least. I am not sure why our friendly neighborhood tree spirit doesn’t catch them, but if Marius got it in here before, the bouncers need to keep an eye out.
“Absolutely. Already on it, Bloom.”
“Thanks, Mack.”
“I thought that drug business had blown over,” he added.
“That’s what we all thought,” she confirmed. “Maybe it has, I don’t know. We’ll see.”
Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Dax.
She picked it up. “Hey lover,” she said as she answered.
“Oh, I see you are trying to get back on my good side,” he teased.
She had to relax her brow as she furrowed it unconsciously.
“I didn’t know I had ever left it,” she replied.
“Just kidding,” he said. “Just wanted to say hi, and make sure we are still on for later.”
“Of course we are,” she said. Despite the little wrinkle in their conversations, she felt her heart skip a beat. In fact, the moment she had seen his name on her phone, a little shiver of excitement ran through her. “We have a lot of lost time to make up for,” she purred. The implication was clear.
“Oh boy. Are you trying to wind me up?” Dax said. Her message was getting through loud and clear.
“Who, little old me?” she cooed in her most coquettish voice.
“I am not buying your innocent ploy one bit,” Dax responded.
“I guess you know me too well,” she said, excitement bubbling through her veins.
A beep came over the line, indicating a call coming in.
“Hey, it’s Finch, of all people. Talk later?”
