“She wouldn’t have been able to live with what I made her do. She’ll enjoy herself in whatever resting place is chosen for her,” Kas says. I won’t admit it, but she probably has a point.

We leave the mess of this mansion behind us, three dead bodies. Detectives will have a field day with the case. I’m sure they’ll speculate about satanic rituals, and they won’t be too far off.

Kas and I both portal to the coffee shop. My elbow hits the windowpane of the door before sticking my arm through and unlocking it. No alarm sounds and we head to the upstairs loft of the shop. When I try to open the door to the room, it gives resistance.

“Fuck,” Kas says next to me.

“What is it?” I ask and she growls lowly.

“Something’s wrong with Stevie,” she says.

“You gave her your blood?”

“Like you didn’t give any to your little witch.”

I shrug my shoulders, knowing that I did give Blair my blood. But it was to heal her wounds, not to track her like she’s a microchipped animal. My phone buzzes and it’s Blair’s number. I answer immediately.

“Hey, babe, what—” I try to ask.

“Dax,” she says, sounding like she’s on the verge of tears.

“Babe, where are you? What’s wrong?”

“Can you portal to me? I need help, Stevie, she’s—” She’s definitely on the verge of breaking down, I’m about to portal right to her. Kas snatches the phone from my hand.

“Dax can’t come, but I will.” She hangs up the phone and I look at her like she’s insane.

“Your witch is fine, Stevie isn’t. I will go to them and bring them back to their house. You investigate this. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I can feel Asmo getting stronger anyway. It’s probably best that you find him and not me, I might murder everyone on sight.”

“Make sure she’s okay,” I say, knowing deep down that there has been no physical harm to her, but something isn’t right. She nods her head before she portals to wherever Blair and Stevie are. I swear to Satan if she went somewhere without telling me and put herself in danger, I’m going to fucking lose it.