“It sure is.”
Mary’s name, date of birth, and address was printed on the top piece of paper in the thick file I held, along with her ‘crime,’ and the name of her coven. Everything else had been scrawled out with thick black lines. Redacted.
According to the little information I had on the witch, she’d never been in trouble before. She was a member of a gray coven called Walker, named after Jessica Walker, who was the head witch. I made a mental note to talk to Jessica.
“This makes me a curious cat, for sure.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed a number.
“I’m not talking to you.” Steve said and hung up.
Vas raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. “He just needs a little moment.”
I waited thirty seconds and called him back.
He huffed out a breath as he answered. “I’m serious Danica. I know what happened with Samael. You could’ve gotten me killed.” He ended the connection and I sighed, leaning against my car.
“I don’t blame him for being pissed,” I told Vas. “I’d be pissed too.”
“Who is Steve?”
“He’s a friend. A friend who’s incredibly gifted when it comes to electronics, hacking, and generally helping me when I need to get up to no good.”
My phone rang and I smiled. Steve could never stay mad at me for long. Besides, if he knew what’d happened with Samael, he also knew that my stupid bond had saved his life.
“What do you want?” Steve’s voice was carefully neutral and my smile widened. He was even more curious than I was.
“I’m hunting a witch and her file is useless. Any information that could be even remotely helpful has been removed. I need to know her history and any covens she’s been a member of over the years.”
He sighed. “Text me her name. This will be another favor you owe me. Don’t think I’m not keeping track.”
“You’re a legend. Thank you.”
“Enjoy your dinner tonight.”
I frowned at Steve’s laugh. “What?”
Steve hung up, still laughing, and I scowled. Vas grinned at me. “It’s Monday.”
“So what? Samael didn’t make me go to his dinner last week.”
“Dinner was canceled last week. Special circumstances.”
I closed my eyes.
Shit.
15
Danica
Ihad no intention of going to Samael’s tower for dinner.
Instead, I was going to take a long, hot shower, wash my hair, and eat Thai food in front of the TV while Lia slept on my stomach.
I ignored the smile playing around Vas’s mouth as he watched me get into my car.
By the time I opened my apartment door, I was working on putting the day behind me, as I stripped off my clothes, dumping them in the laundry basket in my room. I walked into the bathroom and found Lia curled up in the sink.
“You know you’re not supposed to be in there.”
