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But the witch stood in the doorway. Her eyes, wide and green, met his. Her white-blond hair tumbled down her shoulders, and her lips, normally dark red, but now light pink, were pressed into a tight line.
“Catalina?” Jude called, his voice gruff. “What are you doing here?”
“They’re hunting me,” she whispered as she came slowly into the room, her feet shuffling over the floor. “I could feel the darkness coming. I-I scried. I had to see what was going to happen.”
Scried. A cold wind seemed to blow against Antonio’s neck. He didn’t like it when Catalina pulled out her dark mirror and tried to glimpse the future. As far as he was concerned, peering into that mirror was just asking for trouble.
And the last time she’d gone looking to see what the future held, she’d seen death for her friends.
Luckily, she’d been wrong about that vision. Well, kind of wrong.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Jude admonished. “You’re already weak from the two binding marks. Your powers aren’t strong enough.”
“No.” She shook her head. “They’re not. They’re not strong enough for me to see who is coming after me, but they were strong enough to show that if I don’t do something, I’ll be burning.”
Shit. What was the surefire way to destroy a witch? The fire. The old bastards during the Burning Times had been right about that move. Bind a witch, burn her, and you get her powers.
Catalina straightened her shoulders. “Someone is coming after the survivors.”
Oh, he wasn’t going to like where this was going. Antonio hurried to Catalina’s side. The skin under her eyes looked bruised. Hell, she looked bruised. Too pale. Too fragile. He almost reached for her, but he stopped and clenched his hands into fists. “Where’s the vamp?” The last thing he needed was that vampire popping up in the morgue.
“He’s…” She swallowed. “Feeding.”
Right.
Jude growled.
Catalina’s eyes flashed. “He’s not killing anyone! He’s just drinking?—”
“The way the bastard drank from Jana?” Yep, he’d gotten all the details from Zane.
Catalina flinched. “He’s being hunted, too. He has to be at full strength.”
Survivors. Antonio rubbed the back of his neck. The knots were building beneath the skin. “Let’s start at the beginning, and let’s go real slow.”
Erin and Jude closed in.
“First up, how the hell did you know we were down here?”
A ghost of a smile lifted her pale lips. “Pak told me.”
Figured. Pak knew just about everything, and he’d certainly be keeping tabs on his hunter.
Antonio huffed out a breath. “Look, Catalina, I’ve got a dead coed and?—”
“Lindsey Meadows.”
Right. The media didn’t know the victim’s identity yet, but Catalina did.
She told him, “If you check your records, you’ll see that Lindsey’s half-sister disappeared about six months ago. Lindsey filed a missing person’s report, but then she came back and said she’d talked to Laura. That everything was fine.”
He’d already checked the records. He knew this. Tony also suspected something else. “I’m guessing the sister isn’t fine.”
Catalina tensed. Her eyes widened an instant before the door pushed open again. This time, Zane loomed in the doorway, and his little Ignitor was right at his side.
“I don’t know if the sister is fine,” Catalina said. “She knows.” There was some anger in her voice. Fear.
It made sense that a witch would fear the Ignitor. Any smart person would fear her. Catalina had always struck him as the smart type.
