This was far worse than we expected.
They knew the names and location of every Chimera left on earth, and they had already taken one of the males only a few days ago.
I needed to talk to Barrett immediately because my name was next on the list.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
Aloud honking noise greeted me when we pulled into the driveway.
Moira hit the brakes, jerking the vehicle to an abrupt stop. “Shit,” she hissed. “How could they know this soon?”
I didn’t believe in coincidences, but there was no way the swans had already discovered us and gotten to my property. But there was one shifter in the wind.
“Nadia,” I said grimly.
Moira exhaled. “I’ll get out with you.”
“I don’t see a knife,” I said, trying to lighten the mood. “Or blade wings.”
“Maybe they’re retractable,” Moira said with a quick grin.
She turned the car off, and we stepped out of the vehicle at the same time.
A flash of silver light lit up the night revealing a small, nude woman who resembled Gianna, Caelan’s ex-fiancée.
“Would you like some clothes?” I asked.
Nadia blinked. “What?” Her fists were clenched tightly at her sides, and her slight frame shivered in the cold weather.
“It’s freezing out here, and you’re naked. Do you want something to wear?”
“I—” She frowned at me. “Yes, if you don’t mind.”
Moira hurried through the wards and inside the house. “We’ll have you something in a minute.”
I didn’t make any sudden moves, but I’d primed my magic and sent it spiraling down into the earth until it was right underneath her feet. If she came at me, she’d get a surprise.
Moira came back out with a pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and a pair of thick socks, none of them from my good stash. Moira was a good friend.
Nadia kept her eyes on me while she dressed. When she was finished, she straightened.
“You killed her, didn’t you?”
Nadia might be a lot of things, but it didn’t stop her from loving her family. Even the worst of us had someone who loved them. “No,” I said honestly. “I had nothing to do with her death.”
“But she was here.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
She closed her eyes. “Do you know how she died?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know the circumstances surrounding her death.”
“Do you know who killed her?”
“Yes. A woman named Rhona, and two men—Finn and Donovan.”
