I gulped, not having expected her to have an actual answer. “Shit.”
“Why are they coming after us... again?” Pan asked.
Lilith’s eyes went hazy, as if she were weighing dozens of options. “I’m not sure, but it’s not for anything good.”
“And the witches?” Gavin prompted.
“The Siren coven match the Belladonnas in power. With that kind of magic at their disposal, there’s no telling what the Princes will be able to do.”
“Locator spells,” Caleb murmured.
“Very likely. Especially if they’re looking for us.”
“Why would they willingly help the Princes?” I asked, but I knew the answer. It was always the same thing.
“What wouldn’t you do to save the lives of those you love, Asher?”
Nothing.
That was the answer.
I’d throw away every scruple I had if it meant saving Rosie or Remi. Our kids. Our family.
“Okay, so they’re looking for us. Why? What purpose do we serve them now? This isn’t their fight, is it?”
Lilith shook her head. “One could argue that they started this apocalypse and they want to see it through.”
“Great. Fucking wonderful.”
“What can we do?” Caleb asked.
“Besides sit here and cower,” Gavin added.
Lilith tapped the edge of the card against her lips.
“Drystan!” she called, magic pulsing in the air as she summoned him.
The man walked through the door moments later, long black hair shiny and slick as oil down his back. “You called, Lilypad?”
“Care to give us an update on our security measures? We’ve received word the Princes are coming for us all. Some of us are a titch antsy.”
“We’ve established traps in various locations, portals that look like they’ll bring them to us but send them elsewhere. Some to their deaths, others to cages where we can intercept and question them. It’s all very elaborate and impressive, really. You’re welcome.”
I didn’t know much about Nord and Lina’s abilities, but Alek said that his mother was a reality shaper and his father had spent several centuries as something called a Guardian. I could only assume their skills in those regards were what made such things possible. Especially if they were able to do things on that scale with only three people.
“That’s great, but we need to be doing more,” I said. Trapping them and killing them wasn’t going to work in the long run.
Crombie glared at me. “Be my guest, human.”
I narrowed my eyes right back, not appreciating his tone. “Technically, I’m not a human.” With a horsewoman for a mom, and a fallen angel for a dad we weren’t exactly sure what I was.
“Oh? Do you suddenly have useful magical skills to offer?”
I didn’t answer, because no, I didn’t. Unless you counted purple laser beams that showed up whenever the fuck they wanted and a healing ability I still hadn’t fully learned how to master. Power was only useful if you could control it, and I, unfortunately, could not.
Crombie smirked at my continued silence. “Hmm. What’s that mortal saying? If it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck...”
Pan’s snicker filled my mind.“Now who’s a duck.”
