Both archangels disappeared, leaving me with more questions and a feeling of unease in my gut. Maybe I was just hungry?
“Yes, for souls,”Indigo reminded me.
I glared at the ceiling and counted to ten. Nope, the need to consume was still there. In fact, it was worse. Time to plot a murder and a snack.
“We can combine the two.”
Lord help the world. People shouldn’t have to worry about what was happening beyond the veil. The biggest monster was already here. Me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cabbage rolls aren’t food for souls; they are instead of them.
It was time to track down my overly dramatic mate. I refused to be manipulated into being the villain because I wasn’t spilling all my secrets the moment he snapped his fingers. If he wanted a simpering female for a mate, he picked wrong. I threwopen the door and came face to face with supernatural snoops. Rebecca rose from her crouch.
“I was just looking for my lost earring,” she declared.
I huffed and folded my arms while eyeballing Sebastian and Dayna. “I suppose you were here as moral support while on a mission to rescue a wayward piece of jewelry?”
Sebastian tilted his head and narrowed his gaze. “No, I’m here trying to work out who you were holding secret meetings with.”
Dayna winced. “We agreed we would approach this diplomatically.”
“We don’t have time for diplomacy, and I don’t like being kept in the dark.”
I pulled my door closed and breezed past them. “Imagine that. Keeping your best friend in the dark when the world is being upturned by forces out of your control.”
“It’s not the same thing,” Sebastian snapped as he hammered down the stairs behind me.
“Which aunts are here?” I asked Dayna over my shoulder.
“Don’t ignore me, Cora,” Sebastian grumbled. “This childish behavior doesn’t suit you.”
I froze on the landing and turned on my heel, causing the procession of supernaturals to pause. “I don’t know what morals you were taught at school, but I was raised not to lie. I specialized in a field where the oath is to do no harm, as did you. Yet you thought yourselves superior enough to make decisions about my health and future.”
“You underestimate the physical and mental pain you were in.”
I folded my arms and tilted my head toward the ceiling, a growl working up my throat and rumbling in my chest. “I am not the first to experience pain, and I won’t be the last. How can youexpect me to process something when you smothered the core trauma?”
“It’s not like we didn’t try, Cora. You were unstable, and we didn’t know the ramifications if you broke apart.”
They were trying a different angle, one that made it seem like their actions were protecting the world at large.
“There were other solutions to that. Stealing my memories should never have even been on the table.”
“You want to see?”
My head jerked to glare at Sebastian. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t,” Rebecca muttered, making a slicing motion across her throat. “Bad timing.”
“Spit it out,” I demanded.
“We thought you might question it,” the vampire prince said carefully.
“No shit.”
“So we recorded you.”
