“Sorry, darling,” Luke drawled. “I hate to take you from your Zen. But I don’t want to tell anyone else that their kid isn’t coming home. I’d like to stop this bastard before they kill someone else.”
Lorelei sucked her breath in sharply between her teeth. “That’s below the belt.”
“I know.”
“Fine.” She let out a sweet sigh. “You could at least say you’re sorry.”
“Yeah, but you’d know I didn’t mean it and I hate being insincere. Especially with you.”
“Hmph.” Lorelei clicked her tongue. “Well, the one I’d try is Senechal Villan.”
“Sounds like an STD.”
“You’re awful, Luke. And he kind of is. You know how the Malum are. They’re terrible people and even worse witches.”
“No comment. Where can I find our STD?”
“He works nights, so he should be home this morning.”
Sorcha snorted at her words. Of course, he would work nights. Was he also a vampire? She was dying to ask but didn’t want to interrupt.
“Text me his address. That way he won’t know you outed him.”
“How you figure that?” Lorelei asked.
“I’ll tell him a demon sent it to me. Put the fear of Hecate in him.”
Lorelei laughed. “You do that, handsome. Good luck.”
Luke ended the call. “I hear you over there.”
Sorcha blinked innocently. “Hear what?”
“All those questions in your head. Lorelei is just like your Trish. She’s Wiccan and not scary at all. Hell, she’s so tiny, I could put both her and Helly in my pocket.” In spite of the law that said he wasn’t supposed to be touching his phone, Luke scrolled through his photos.
“I really wish you’d keep your eyes on the road and hands upon the wheel.”
He snorted at her Roadhouse rendition. “Roll, baby, roll. Delilah isn’t going to let us wreck. She wouldn’t risk damaging her girlish curves.” He handed her his phone.
Sorcha looked down to see a beautiful woman with reddish-blonde hair. He was right, she came up to about Luke’s waist. Tiny and gorgeous with a pair of mismatched eyes. She should probably hate her, but the smile and gleam in her eyes said she was kind and spirited. “Lorelei?”
He nodded.
Wow… She looked more like a secretary or nurse.
“Wicca is just a religion to most. Those who practice it look and act like everyone else.”
“You say that, but I’ve seen them do some rather awful?—”
“Sims and Malum,” Luke said, cutting her off.
“And those are?”
“Sims are the ones who practice without any real power. What they do, they do to shock others. They want the attention of being different and counter to the mainstream. Most of them barely understand what they’re doing so they do occasionally conjure something they shouldn’t. For the most part, they’re posers. Children acting without a clue. Then you have the Malum who practice so-called dark arts. The Malum can come from any group, including the Breeds who do it out of sheer malice toward the world and everyone in it. That is when they are truly dangerous.”
Her head was beginning to ache from trying to keep everything straight. “I’m still fuzzy on all this.”
“Witchbreeds are what you probably know as Cambions, Nephilim or Changelings. They’re the children of humans and some supernatural creature…which is what can make them terrifying. They’re what Hollywood pretends all witches are. Beings who are born with real supernatural powers they can’t always control or understand.”
