“They screwed up. Brooke was in Evie’s room. That’s why they’re coming for my sister. You knew they were after Evie. Even after everything you were still focused on covering your ass.”
“Please don’t kill me.”
I laughed. “Oh I won’t. Gemma would prefer to do the honors herself, I think.”
Kyla used zip ties, clamping Caroline’s arms behind her back, before gagging her with an old t-shirt she found in my trunk. We couldn’t have her attempting any spells on the way.
A few humans were waiting for buses at the station. They gaped at us as Kyla pulled my car around and we shoved Caroline in the trunk. I must’ve had crazy-eyes, because no one dared approach.
Caroline began steadily kicking the trunk as we drove, by the time we pulled up to the hotel’s loading zone, I was more than ready to hand her over to the witches.
“You can’t park here– oh my God, why is she in the trunk?” the doorman’s voice climbed steadily higher as we parked and opened the trunk.
I ignored him, hauling Caroline out of the car while Kyla gave a snarl, low and threatening enough that the doorman shoved his phone back in his pocket, held up his hands, and opened the door for us.
“Move,” I told Caroline, and she sent me one vicious look but stepped into the lobby.
The concierge looked shell shocked as we frog-marched Caroline past him.
“Madam. Madam I really must–”
“Stow it. This is witch business.”
There weren’t many people in the lobby at this time of the night, but those who were knew better to get involved in what they would consider infighting amongst a coven.
The elevator doors opened to Gemma’s floor and Caroline went crazy, kicking, slamming her head back, and screaming muffled curses behind her gag. I rolled my eyes and Kyla muscled her out while I stalked down the hall to knock on Gemma’s door.
Freya answered. “If you’re here to implicate Gail some more, you can leave,” she said bitterly. “She fell apart after you interrogated her the other day.”
I jerked my head toward the elevator and Freya leaned her head out the door. “Oh God.”
“Yeah. Give us some room.”
“If you’ve messed this up again…”
I gave her a hard stare “I haven’t.”
“Shit.” Freya closed her eyes. “This is going to kill Gail.”
I strode past her into the room. Evie sat in an armchair next to the window, her eyes on Caroline’s face.
“What are you doing here?” Gemma demanded. Her gaze slid past me as Kyla pushed Caroline into the room, letting her fall to her knees.
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Nope.” I held up my phone. “I have it on record. But I’m sure you’ll want to hear it all first-hand.”
Evie got to her feet, her gaze burning with retribution as she stared at Caroline. Her eyes softened as Gail stepped out of the other room, her face ashen.
“No. No, please no.” Gail’s hands were held out in front of her as if she could push this entire scene away.
Freya stepped up next to Gail, rubbing a hand up and down her back. Several other witches filed in, most of them giving me the stink-eye.
Kyla untied the gag but kept Caroline’s hands tied.
“They were after Evie. Caroline agreed to let them kill my sister, as long as they also killed Gemma and Nellie. The offshore account was hers, and she was stealing money from her own aunt so she could leave the country if she needed to.”
Gemma’s face turned cold and hard. “Is that so?”
