I close my fingers around his wrist to get his attention, and he immediately glances at it before looking at me.We need to trust them,I say with my eyes.
He nods once, then pulls his hand away.
I walk to the kitchen, dishing myself a bowl of oatmeal from the crockpot. After adding a handful of blackberries, I take a seat next to Ivy at the breakfast bar. She has a curious gleam in her eyes, attention darting between me and Jericho like she’s trying to figure somethingout. It makes me uneasy. Jasmine assumed we were a couple; Ivy probably is too.
Avoiding her gaze, I take a bite and my mouth waters at the swirl of vanilla, cinnamon, and nutmeg. It tastes almost exactly like my mom’s oatmeal raisin cookie dough, instantly making me feel more at home. I’m not usually a fan of oatmeal, but Jasmine has a gift when it comes to cooking. Everything I’ve eaten here has been delicious.
It isn’t long before a car pulls into the driveway. I shovel down the last spoonful of oats. Forest leads the pack outside; Jericho and I follow.
When the new shifters climb out of the car, I can’t help but think that the taller one must be related to Forest and Jasmine. He looks identical to Forest, with the same dark hair and stern expression. The only difference is he’s a few inches taller.
“So glad you’re home,” Jasmine says, pulling each of them in for a hug.
The taller one turns to Forest. “We need to talk.”
Forest stiffens. “Is everything okay?”
“Something’s happening with the coven.”
“What do you mean?”
“Two nights ago, they shut down early, then three of them left in a hurry. Peeled out of the parking lot and everything. We haven’t seen them since.”
“Do you know where they were going?” Forest asks.
“No, but they were definitely excited about something,” the shorter guy says, unlocking the trunk.
The other man nods. “We thought someone called the cops on them again, but no one came.”
Forest frowns. “That’s strange.”
“I know. What’s even more strange is they never reopened. It’s been dead quiet since.”
Grant mutters something under his breath. “What good is it to have a paranormal police unit if they aren’t going to do a damn thing?"
That’s exactly what I want to know. How is Foxx getting away with all of this?
“There aren’t enough of them,” the taller man says. “The paranormal task force is too small and too swamped with petty crimes to look into every single thing.”
Grant scoffs. “What could be more important than a psychotic coven killing dozens of innocent people? People aredying!”
“And being turned against their will,” I add, my stomach twisting.
Grant shakes his head. “Exactly. I’m so sick of them not stepping in. It makes no fucking sense.”
I turn to Jericho, who is chewing on his lip. Something in his expression makes me pause.
“What?” I ask.
He turns to me. “The timing is suspicious, wouldn’t you say?”
It takes me a moment. Two days ago, Rip chased us out of my neighborhood. The same day they shut down their club?
That can’t be a coincidence.
“Think it’s related?”
“It has to be.”
