His eyes had glowed an eerie copper, like Eva’s. I would never forget it. Inodded.
“Well, he is a truth witch. Keegan had to use his words VERY carefully so Grub wouldn’t detect a lie. Keegan said you were one of his new shifters. Then Grub smelled the wolf pee on you and assumed you were awolf.”
I cringed. So that’s what Keegan was talking about when he told me in the alley that the bouncer could tell truth from lie. He was a truth witch. “Can we never speak of the wolf pee again?Thanks.”
Keegan had also said some other things but I didn’t mentionthat.
Eva quirked her mouth into a half smile and strode over to me. “There are only a few dozen truth witches in existence. I pay Grub whatever he wants to stay withme.”
And yet we had to pour vodka and pee on me to get past him. “But you don’t trust him with who I am?” I askedEva.
She shrugged. “No. I don’t fully trust anyone so motivated bymoney.”
Great.
“So when the druid’s truth witch asks you about me…?” I asked her nervously. She was close enough now that I could smell her delicate floralperfume.
Eva winked. “I’m advanced in trickery. He won’t get anything out of me. But it takes some mental preparation, which is why I wanted to come here first and tell you. Get my head straight before going before two such powerfuldruids.”
“Trickery?” I asked dumbly. Someone just give me a freaking supernatural dictionaryalready!
Nadine seemed to lean forward on the balls of her feet as if she too didn’t know what trickerywas.
Eva straightened. “The art of trickery is to look a truth witch right in the eye and answer their question with a lie without theirdetection.”
My mouth popped open and I leaned forward slightly. “How?” I’d always been curious by nature. Hell, I hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back up again, alone, just because I was curious what was down there, and to see if my lazy ass could doit.
Eva looked at Logan and smiled as if they were sharing a personal joke. “Remember when I taught you this?” she askedhim.
He chuckled. “I was nine years old and I thought it was a fungame.”
Eva smirked. “How many times has it saved yourlife?”
Logan grinned. “Countless.”
I was going to go mad if she didn’t tell me. Finally, she turned to me. “Ask me what color my suit is,” shestated.
What? Her suit was black, everyone could see that. But I indulged her. “What color is your suit,Eva?”
She paused a moment. “Purple,” she saidcalmly.
I frowned. “Okay, youlied.”
“Did I? A truth witch wouldn’t have thought so. The key is to reframe the question to yourself so that you are answering with the truth. You said, what color was my suit, and I quickly asked myself what my favorite color was. I answered purple, which my brain perceives as true and the sorcerer does too. But if you pause for too long or can’t reframe the question so that you believe your answer, you’re dead. They will know you are practicing trickery orlying.”
“Jesus.” I felt sweaty just thinking about it. Cooper again made the sign of the cross in front of his chest from where he stood in the corner, and I reminded myself to stop saying Jesus all the time. Badhabit.
“It’s a sign of the times if some sorcerers are aligning with the druids,” Loganmuttered.
“Won’t the sorcerers suffer the most if the druids find the last dragon … or dragons I mean.” The sorcerers were the most populated in the supernatural realm, or so I had been told. So the majority of them would die or be enslaved, since they were part human. At least that’s what Logan had told me. I still didn’t understand thatpart.
Eva frowned. “A great many would, yes. But there are plenty of magical purists that would love to see all of the half breeds waste away, leaving only the purebred sorcerers behind … leaving them to mate with each other and grow the pure race. Truth witches arepurebloods.”
My eyes must have been bugging out of my head, because Logan took a step forward, hands out in an effort to calm me. “That’s not going to happen,” he said. He said that a lot, when I knew he had no guarantee, but I guessed that was what kept him going, the assurance everything would be okay even if itwasn’t.
“You’re pure, aren’t you?” I directed my question at Eva. If Logan and I died, she would be justfine.
She looked sad. “Iam.”
