Page 28 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

“Because of what the Mother said to me in the cave.”

I waited.

He kissed my nose and started to dress.

“You cannot be leaving on that cliffhanger,” I said in outrage.

Wild left the bathroom.

“Unbelievable,” I shouted after him.

“Be careful tonight, my love.”

I pouted, alone in the bathroom.

He called, “I’ll wake you later on. Nice and slow.”

I lost my pout. The man was forgiven.

But I’d squeeze the truth out of him. The Mother blasted me with lightning, but I’d never had an actual conversation with her. I wanted to know what she’d said on a personal level outside of my relationship too.

But all of that could wait until I was done conspiring with Vissimo and Luthers.

8

“Nice,” Rooke said as I joined them outside.

She was dressed in jeans and a leather jacket. Both black. Sven couldn’t take his eyes off her, and with good reason.

My pastel-haired and blue-eyed cousin rocked black. It made her look funky. When I wore it, I looked like the third and most devious wife of Lucifer. She was my mother and grandfather, and I’d been passed our grandmother’s genetics. So had Syera.

Okay, I was half demon too. That may contribute.

“Thanks,” I replied, striding across the meadow in my towering heels—spelled to feel as soft as a cloud. I wasn’t stupid about life.

I wore a jumpsuit that covered my runes, but the outfit had a plunging neckline. My position as coven leader had made me think twice about my attire tonight. I wanted to wear pub attire, and anything I wore should also be classy. Ditching the classy part was my natural setting. The outfit had taken thought.

We exited the barrier, and I made a mental note to check what fueled it now Corentin no longer had to release energy each day. Then again, if we had an alliance with the Vissimo and Luthers, and the demons could get through our current barrier, did we need to expend energy that way?

Sven looked around with interest as we walked through the forest toward the only business establishment for miles. A pub—The Buried Knolls Pub, in fact. Someone had gone for the logical business name approach.

“What’s our plan?” Rooke asked. “Will Rhona be there?”

The others had snuck out not long ago to get a message to the supernatural leaders. One that warned the Vissimo and Luthers not to send anything further before we made contact again.

“Hopefully. I wrote a letter to give her. Just saying—hey, let’s catch up.”

Sven glanced at me.

“Obviously in more leadery terms,” I told him. “Chill.”

“I’ll chill when I don’t have to work around the clock to keep the coven from imploding.”

“That bad?” I asked him.

He didn’t answer.

Rooke did. “Yes. Tenuous.”

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