Chapters (31)
- Author’s Note
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue
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“I wouldn’t like it. But if it had to be done, if anything in this situation has to be done, I’d do it.”
He was right again, thus, even more annoying.
“Just an FYI, but sometimes it feels like you big, powerful vampires and wolves don’t think we girls have anything to offer,” I shared.
“Bullshit,” he returned, and I blinked.
“Uh…say what?” I asked.
“That’s bullshit, because that’s not it,” he told me. “You’re frustrated. I get that. I am too. Nothing is happening with the potential of everything happening, it’s all bad, and we’re hangin’ around doin’ fuck all. It’s puttin’ you in a bad mood. I get that because I’m in a shitty mood too. I also get that I’m the safe one you got to lay your shit on when it gets too heavy.” His arms around me gave me a squeeze. “I’ll shoulder that burden but that offer doesn’t include me not holdin’ that mirror up to your face. You got no reason to be pissed, Lilah. You lashed out, now rein it in.”
And he was right again.
I looked to my knees.
“She’s gonna help,” he said, and my eyes went back to him. “Poncho’s aunt. Her name is Josefa.”
I wanted to hug him. He’d called me on it. He was right. He knew it and he knew I knew it.
But he didn’t push it. He didn’t rub my face in it. He didn’t drive it into the dirt. He said his bit and now we were moving on.
I didn’t hug him. I didn’t say anything about that.
I moved on with him.
I did this by relaxing into him and asking, “She is?”
“It took time for us to get her to agree, but she’s gonna try to get her some visions. Tell the future,” he said.
Sudden fear gripped my throat. “Oh God, that might not be good.”
He shook his head. “Future is elastic, according to her. She could say it like it is now, that doesn’t mean that’s the way it has to be.”
Well, thank God for that.
“How long are her visions going to take?” I asked.
“Don’t know. Apparently, magic isn’t exact,” Abel told me. “But first we got to get her some weird shit so she can perform a bunch of rituals and get in the zone.”
“What weird shit?”
He shook his head. “I stopped takin’ it in at ingredient three. Poncho’s got the list and Yuri’s assured us they’ll get everything we need.”
“Well, that’s good,” I noted.