“Well, Tabby from one of the witch covens is working with Jack to see about controlling her powers. Maybe we just ask her?” Tate offered, picking his and Kyren’s glasses up and taking them to the sink where he rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher.
Would you look at that? I guess not all wolves were such filthy animals.
Tate arched a brow at me in a silent question at my staring, which I blatantly ignored.
“I don’t see why not. Do you know her?” I placed the note on the island beside me. “I don’t want to get Jack involved if we don’t have to.”
“Agreed,” Tate and Kyren said at the same time. Then Tate added, “I have her in one of my classes tomorrow. I’ll ask her then. You can hold on to it for now. Maybe see if your brown noser can find any clues on it.”
“I’ll just send him a picture. He wouldn’t know anything about magical qualities.” I pulled out my phone out to take a picture of it, then handed it over to Tate.
I sent the picture to Weaver, asking him to see if he could pull any clues from the paper and writing. Who knew? Maybe the computer whiz had some techy way of hunting down where things came from. Couldn’t hurt to ask.
“How did you get this from Jack, anyway?” I asked as we walked them out of the apartment.
Tate gave me a shit-eating grin and winked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
No, I had a feeling I really didn’t.
God save me from cheeky werewolves and broody vampires. If working with them without killing either of them didn’t win me points with Jack, then I didn’t know what would.
I stared at the picture of the note on my phone one more time. If I knew one thing, with us three combined, we would find who attacked Jack and make them pay… slowly.
Chapter seventeen
Jack
Icoulddothis.I was a big badass monster hunter. I could have a heart-to-heart conversation with my dad. My no-nonsense leader of the vampire council dad.
Still, I didn’t move from my place in front of Antoine’s office door. I’d been trying to give myself a pep talk for the last twenty minutes and so far I had gotten so far as to raise my hand to knock before dropping it.
This was ridiculous.
If my mom could do it, and she’s the biggest spaz in the world, I would be able to easily. Was I really going to let some old man who doesn’t even dress himself freak me out?
“How’s it going?”
I gasped, a hand to my chest as I spun around to face my mom. When she started laughing, I swatted at her. “Do not do that.”
Leaning against the wall beside Antoine’s office door, she beamed at me. “It’s not my fault you were so caught up in your spiral that you didn’t hear me.”
I scowled. “I was not spiraling.”
“Uh-huh,” she murmured, crossing her arms over the t-shirt covering her chest. She must not have any meetings to attend if she was dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt, which didn’t bode well for me.
When my mom wasn’t busy, she got nosy. Fast.
Curling and uncurling my fingers at my sides, I searched for an explanation to give her. “I was… gathering my thoughts.”
“And what thoughts are those?” Eyes full of mirth, my mom tilted her head slightly. “Your dad isn’t going to bite. You can tell him anything.”
I snorted. Antoine was not exactly the cuddle type. I couldn’t imagine spilling my guts to him about boys and other mushy topics. “Easy for you to say. You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger.”
My mom threw her head back and laughed, her golden blonde hair glinting in the light. “Oh, no, no no,” she cupped my face with a wide grin, “you have no idea how wrong you are. Your dads don’t give me what I want all the time. You, my sweet girl, have had them whipped since the day you were born.”
“Doesn’t feel like it,” I grumbled, looking away from her.
She stroked the sides of my face. “Just because they worry about you doesn’t mean that they wouldn’t face the sun itself to make you happy.”
