Werewolves didn’t have heart attacks. Nathaniel’s eyes were a winter’s frost, and I shifted my attention back down to the body.
“I know someone who’s good with stuff like this.”
He stayed silent and I sighed. “She was able to find a suppression spell on my magic, and she helped me narrow down my suspects in the demon murders.”
“Fine. Call her.”
I ground my teeth. Evie reached over and squeezed my arm, and then she stared at the alpha.
“Call her, please,” Evie said.
Nathaniel’s eyes darkened, and his face lost some of its rage. “I apologize,” he said solemnly, his gaze on her face. Then he turned back to me. “I would very much appreciate if you could call your contact. Please.”
Evie looked away, her face turning pink.
I raised one eyebrow but pulled my phone from my pocket. “Selina? Hi. I was wondering if you could do me a favor. The wolves are looking for someone of your skillset.” I smiled at Nathaniel. “They’ve got money to spend, and they need answers.”
Amusement flickered across his face, but he nodded.
I lifted the phone away from my face. “She says she can come out tomorrow and take a look. Does that work for you?”
He nodded. I thanked Selina and hung up.
“I need to ask you a question.”
He nodded again. I shifted on my feet. “Could cutting out a werewolf’s eyes allow someone to see where a fae artifact has been?”
His eyes turned so light they were almost white. Evie and I both froze, and I dropped my eyes, waiting as he got his shit together. He let out a low growl.
“Yes,” he said hoarsely. “The myths are correct, at least in that. But it would require a black witch with knowledge of the most ancient spells on this earth.”
“How long would it last for?”
“Until the eyes decomposed enough that they were no longer usable.”
I winced. We both knew that there were plenty of ways— both magical and non-magical— to keep the eyes from decomposing.
19
Danica
Idropped 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.
