I dropped Evie at home and sat in my car outside the coven’s house for a few minutes as I pulled up my notes. I needed to look into the amulet. According to the email Mariam had sent me, the amulet had disappeared from the light fae realm. I had no plans to visit that realm unless I absolutely had to, especially since she couldn’t even pin down when it had gone missing.

I lifted my head as movement darted across my peripheral vision. Evie was striding down the porch steps. I wound down my window.

“Where are you going?”

Evie narrowed her eyes at me. “What are you still doing here?”

“Reading my notes. What’s going on, Evie?”

She bared her teeth. “I have revenge to accomplish. And then I need to do some laundry and head back to the tower.” She was holding something in her hands, and I leaned over and pushed the passenger door open.

“You want some help?”

“I don’t need help, but you can come for the show.”

I was officially intrigued.

“Where are we going?”

She buckled up and gave me directions. The target of her wrath was just a few minutes away in Walltown.

“Who are you gunning for?”

She sniffed. “His name is Vic. He’s a human. We had a thing all winter, and then a few months ago we had the ‘where is this going’ talk. We agreed to be exclusive.”

Uh-oh. “And he wasn’t exclusive.”

“No. He’s been cheating on me with a light fae girl. I confronted her and she had no clue who I was. She was pissed. So we created a little something to make him regret messing with us. I have to video the whole thing for her cause she’s out of town.” She slid me a look. “You can be the videographer.”

“Um. What did you create?”

She held up the bag. “You’ll see.”

This wouldn’t be good.

I pulled up outside the house. “No, park further down,” she hissed. “We’ll need a quick getaway.”

“How are you planning to stay hidden, exactly?”

“I’ve been practicing a bastardized look-away spell. It’ll only hold for a few minutes, but that’s all we need.”

I drove further down the street and we hopped out of the car. Evie’s delicate face was hard with determination, and I almost laughed. It was the same expression she’d made when learning to ride her bike, standing up to bullies at school, and learning magic well beyond her years. Vic didn’t stand a chance.

Evie turned toward his house, and I tensed as she gave another wet sniff. Beneath her fury was a deep hurt.

“You want me to beat him up?”

“No. This is better.”