“No, but she should be here soon. Are you meeting her here too?” Bold move for a witch who thought I murdered this girl’s father a few hours ago. The entire Whitethorn bloodline could be wiped out in a single night.
Kenna nodded slowly and narrowed her bloodshot eyes. A daughter mourning the loss of a father, even if he was a fucking psychopath.
Thankfully, they looked nothing alike. Kenna was frighteningly beautiful. A collection of sharp lines and striking features. It almost hurt to look at her for too long.
“Let me try to call her,” Kenna said, refusing to step away from the door. Smart girl to keep her distance. Maybe Lyra could learn a thing or two about survival instinct from her.
I sat, simmering with anger, as the soft shuffle of footsteps grew louder, signaling that Kenna was approaching.
A blinding pain dug into my shoulder. I gasped at the stinging sensation. I reached back, my fingers fumbling for the source of pain and grazed the handle of a dagger. The moment my fingers touched it, searing-hot pain spread through my hand.
Fuck.The bitch literally stabbed me in the back.
I thrashed, trying to remove the dagger, but the blade was spelled.
Magic could suck a fucking dick.
“I’m disappointed in you, Grey. All it took was another pretty face.” Kenna bent down, meeting my stare as she twisted the dagger, and magic tore from the wound.
I couldn’t control my lightening as it tried to rid my body of the intrusive magic. The collar may have been weakened, but with this much electricity it had nowhere else to go but back into my system.
Darkness threatened to take me, but before everything went black, the church door slammed shut, sealing me inside.
“I didn’t kill your father,” I gritted out.
“I know.” She smiled sweetly. “I did.”
CHAPTER 37
LYRA
Iwoke with a kink in my neck and Emory’s foot in my face. The three of us had passed out on the couch last night. Cal snored into my left ear; his large frame wedged between us. The couch groaned, and my elbow connected with Cal’s ribs as I attempted to shift my weight off my aching shoulder.
“What time is it?” Cal yawned, stretching his arms above his head, revealing abs he spent hours in the gym perfecting.
“I don’t know.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Sunlight filtered in through the living room window, so it couldn’t be too early. We’d all crashed last night. The discarded tarot cards still sat on the coffee table. And we were no closer to getting any answers.
“Shit, Kenna’s phone went straight to voicemail. It didn’t even ring,” Cal grumbled, standing from the couch. He leaned forward and then back, trying to stretch out his back.
“We’ll go swing by Kenna’s and see if she’s there,” I said, not yet ready to get out from under the blanket.
Cal looked around the living room for his wallet and keys. “Okay, I’m gonna head home, but I’ll be back in a little. Let me know if she’s there.”
Emory walked Cal out, and they lingered long enough that I went to make sure they hadn’t gone missing too.
“Can you call my phone?” I asked, unlocking my SUV in the driveway.
“It’s ringing,” Emory said, waving goodbye to Cal as he backed out of the driveway. She opened the passenger side door and helped me look. I crammed my hand between the seat and shifter but came away with nothing but an old ChapStick. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had it.
I’d find it later. I’m sure it would show up somewhere.
“Get in, and let’s see if Kenna’s home.” Hope still fluttered in my chest that she’d be there. I started the car, cranking up the heat.
Emory didn’t say a single word on the ride over, busying herself on her phone. The tension in the car was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Kenna’s car wasn’t in the driveway. Not a good sign.
Emory tried to jump out as soon as I stopped the car, but I locked the doors.
