“Demons. Why would I care?”
I didn’t need to glance at Vas to know he was pissed. He may be the most laid-back demon I’d met, but even he had his limits.
“Because if something is killing demons, witches would be sitting ducks.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Watch your mouth.”
I sighed. Gemma was the head witch of this coven, which was the most powerful in the Triangle. If there were rumors about the murders—and the involvement of witches—Gemma would know.
“You’re a traitor to witches everywhere,” she said. “And you’ve upset Evie. Get off my porch.”
There was no warning. Darkness slid around us and through the witches’ ward, as if it were nothing. It clamped around Gemma, holding her steady, and my magic poured out of me. She fought, but it was too late. I had her caught.
“Tell me what you know,”I hissed. Distantly, I could feel Vas tugging on my arm, but I was entirely focused on watching the witch squirm.
I didn’t have time for her power plays. Didn’t have tolistenwhile she made me feel bad about myself. I hadn’t wanted to leave with my mom, but she’d punished me for it ever since.
This was mylifeat stake. And the lives of the demons who were being targeted. I could kill her if I wanted. Could snap her neck like a twig and watch her fall to the ground, never to open that bitter mouth again.
“Danica! Take it down a notch.” Vas was shaking me and I jolted, staring at the witch, who glared back at me, hatred in her eyes.
Bile flooded my mouth. I’d lost control. The suppression spell was weakening enough that whatever dark magic was inside me was itching to get out.
I squared my shoulders and forced myself to calm. Some of the shadows peeled away and Gemma gasped in a breath. I’d been suffocating her where she stood. My stomach churned but I narrowed my eyes on her.
“Tell me what you’ve heard.”
“Rumors,” she gasped out. “Speculation.”
“Tell me anyway.”
Her face twisted but I’d gone cold. I no longer cared what she thought of me. No longer wondered what I’d ever done to make her hate me so much. I could crush her like a bug if I wanted. Could leave her lying here in her front door—
“Danica!”
I pulled it back. For the first time, fear flashed across Gemma’s face.
I liked it.
“Descendants. Of the McCormick coven.”
My breath caught in my throat. The McCormick coven had caused the portals to open three centuries ago. The witches had all been killed by the sudden influx of power— their bodies unable to handle it. But some of them must’ve had kids.
And those kids had kids. Now, they were up to no good.
“Why would you sit on this information for fuck’s sake?”
If looks could kill, I’d be incinerated where I stood. “One of the witches was asking around, prodding at younger witches and asking them if they knew anything about the grimoires the coven had used to wake the demigod. I alerted the High Coven.”
“What was her name?”
“That’s witch business. The High Coven will deal with it.”
“Her name, Gemma.”
She didn’t want to tell me. I wrapped my power around her and squeezed.
“Oh my god, Danica! What are you doing?” It was Evie. Evie who was screaming at me to stop.
