Bloodlines are summoned, and the witches sing.
Bishop, Good, and Nurse’s kin,
In Salem’s trials, where it all did begin.
Gabe let out a low whistle, leaning back on the couch opposite me. “That’s a headache waiting to happen,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
I let out a surprised burst of laughter. “No kidding. Witches are always soindirect.”
Gabe raised a sarcastic eyebrow at me. “Pretty rich, coming from you. You’re always crafting some scheme and never telling anyone your plan unless it suits you.”
I snorted, shooting him an impish smirk. “What can I say? When you’re right, you’re right.” I winked at him before I reread the prophecy, despite the fact that I’ve had it memorized for millennia.
‘Bishop, Good, and Nurse’s kin,
In Salem’s trials, where it all did begin.’
“This sounds like you need to go to Salem,” Gabriel murmured, rubbing his thumb gently over the flesh of my arm. Despite the pleasant tingle his touch left on my skin, I nearly snarled in frustration.
“Do you not think I’ve checked Salem already?” I scowled. “There’s nothing there. It’s just a tourist trap.” I had gone to Salem several times over the years, hoping to find a witch who would be able to help me undo what had been done to their goddess. However, I had never been able to find a true member of one of the original bloodlines, just a bunch of humans who were somewhat sensitive to the paranormal.
Gabriel chuckled. “Somehow, I doubt the Witchwood coven is going to leave themselves open to discovery from achaosdemon,” he sneered, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Keep it up, and you’re going to get bent the fuck over, little bird,” I snapped, suddenly no longer in the mood to play games. I would never admit it, but he was right. I would need to go back to Salem. If Hecate was going to hide anywhere, it would be where she felt she would be safest—with her kin.
A thrill of something that felt suspiciously like anxiety rushed through me at the thought. I wasn’t exactly an expert at decoding prophecies, but this one had never made me feel like Witchwood would be safe for her if she ever returned.
I bit back a snarl. I needed to find her before she did something stupid and put herself in danger. Not to mention, we had unfinished business, her and I. I had been chasing Hecate since I had met her—it was time I put this particular game of cat and mouse to bed.
I was back on the trail. I had a solid lead. I wouldn’t be able to rest now until I had hunted her down.
Gabriel rolled his eyes but smirked at me, letting me know he wouldn’t protest too much if I followed through on my threat of bending him over.
“Look, it mentions a raven’s wing,” Gabriel pointed out. “Do you think that’s referring to me? Maybe you haven’t been able to find anything in Salem because she hadn’t awoken yet. Maybe she’s there now?”
It was possible.
I was humming with excitement. This was areallead. Maybe I would be able to track her down without following her asshole dogs, after all.
I glanced up at Gabriel, an evil grin spreading across my face.
“Up for an adventure, little bird?” I asked, and an equally devilish smile curled across Gabriel’s mouth. He nodded, his citrine eyes flashing.
“With you? Always.”
To Be Continued…
