When the psycho soul-sucking half angel started making sense, you needed to get yourself checked out or checked in. Whichever worked.
“We don’t have time for dramatics. Pull your shit together, Cora.”
And finally, when that being told you to pull yourself together, you knew you’d lost it. Oh well, may as well embrace the crazy.
“That’s more like it,”Indigo mused. Harry floated into the room and froze as he took in my crowded living area and the creature before him.
“Pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pineapples, pine—”
“Why is the ghost shouting about fruit?” she asked the room. Look at that, my father got a five pineapple rating and my alter ego topped it.
Everyone glanced around the room, fully expecting to see a spirit. Why? Because seeing a divine being suddenly lifted the veil? I had to wonder who the crazy ones were.
Harry’s arm raised and he pointed at Indigo. “She’s eaten Miss Roberts. This is not acceptable. Why are you all just sitting there like she’s welcome?”
He huffed and floated closer. Apparently, I warranted the extra courage. He flung his hand at Hudson. “The creature in your lap is not your mate.”
Indigo leaned forward and Hudson’s hands wrapped around her waist. “He is most certainly my mate, and I have not eaten your mistress, ghoul. Now be still.” Harry froze.
“Be nice, he’s a friend who isn’t certain of what’s happening or who you are.”
“You have the strangest collection of friends.”
Ignoring the possibility of a ghost in the room, Aunt Dayna folded her arms and squinted at Indigo. “Do you have an idea of what my mother is up to? Why she needs the Red Dragon?”
“And what the Datura are for,” Aunt Liz added.
“And why an entire town was found dead,” Sebastian chimed in.
Did they think Indigo suddenly had all the answers and that she’d been hiding them from me?
Indigo tilted her head. “I don’t know these things.” I sighed a breath of relief in our mind, I didn’t want to look like an idiot who’d had these answers inside of her this whole time. “Ask yourselves, why now? Eloise has had these ambitions for a long time. The plant is hardly uncommon and the grimoire has been sitting in the vaults for years. These tools she’s had at her disposal for many years, so what has changed?”
“You,” Rebecca whispered, catching on to whatever Indigo was hinting at. “Up until a couple of months ago, Cora had you locked down tight.”
I feel like we should have discussed these revelations before we shared with the group.
“Isn’t it more likely a coincidence, given that Eloise tried a treaty not so long ago, and the failure of that led her down this path?” Sebastian asked.
Indigo nodded. “Unless the aim of that treaty was never to unite the factions.”
Sebastian’s eyebrows slammed down. “What else could it have been for?”
“Do you still have the treaty?” she asked.
“I have a copy,” Hudson said. What? Why? His thumb rubbed soothing circles on Indigo’s hip which I could feel. Clearly, he’d sensed my pissed off state.
“I’d need the original,” Indigo said.
“The original was torn up by my father. But the copy Hudson has would be identical,” Sebastian explained.
“It’s not the words I need, it’s the magic.”
I saw where this was headed and tried to derail the train before it crashed. “Don’t say anything else.”
“You’re saying Eloise spelled the treaty, to what end?” Dave said, breaking his excellent impression of a marble statue.
Bella dived on the ball of wool and proceeded to wrestle with it like it was her arch nemesis.
