Page 122 of Shadow Witch

“We’re going to go talk alone for a little bit,” Luna said as the plane finished its refueling and the engines roared to life. She dragged her vampire friend back toward the back room.

“Wow, Paige is smitten,” Dewey teased.

“Unreal,” Devon answered with a frown.

“No, I’m not.” Paige shook her head to dismiss the idea, even to herself. Was she? There was something irresistible about him.

“Sorry, Dimples, but the muscles just aren’t cutting it. You need the swagger, the aloofness, the sexy voice.”

“My voice is fine,” Devon shot back. “Also, I’m way hotter than him.”

“Not according to Paige, you’re not,” Dewey answered. “Besides, even I can see why she likes him. Looks like I’m single again.”

“You were always single,” Paige said.

Drucinda let her head rest against the cushion behind her as she kicked her feet up. “Don’t knock it, little man. Single life is exceptional.”

Dewey took a seat next to her. “You do make it look good. But tell us, Drucinda, as a neutral party, who is hotter? Devon or Caleb?”

“Well, that depends. Body wise? Devon.”

“Thanks, Dru,” Devon said with a smile.

“But Caleb has that indescribable quality that just makes a woman pant when he speaks.”

“That’s disgusting, I’m not panting,” Paige said.

“Oh, weren’t you? Was it not you with the goofy look on your face and the breathy hello?”

“I…was out of breath. It had nothing to do with desire.” Paige shook her head, an incredulous expression on her face. “I get the same way when I run upstairs, and I have no deep desire for the stairs.”

“You’re never breathy with me,” Devon complained.

“That’s not true. The first day when you opened your door shirtless…I was breathy. Pretty certain I was breathy.”

“I’d believe that. The muscles play, bro,” Dewey said with a nod.

“They do. I’ll admit it. Your muscles are hot. Totally hot. Epic levels of hotness with the washboard abs. There, I said it.” Heat rose in her cheeks as she replied to them.

“You think I’m hot,” Devon said with a sly grin. “I think you’re cute, too, babe.”

“I knew it! I knew you were into the muscles,” Dewey exclaimed.

“Thanks,” Paige answered, settling her arms across her chest. “So, what’s the plan when we get to Mexico? We have one, right?”

“Find Reed,” Drucinda answered, her eyes closed as she lounged.

“Yeah, that’s obvious. But how?”

Drucinda lifted her head, opening her eyes to slits. “We will go to the ruins, see how the compass behaves. If it indicates she is on-site, we will search for her and rescue her.”

“Right,” Paige said with a sigh. “Simple. Just a quick search and rescue.”

Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she imagined finally being reunited with her mother. Would it happen or was she merely setting herself up for more heartache when she found nothing?

She fidgeted in her seat, trying to pass the time with anything from fiddling with the new rings on her finger to imagining what she’d say when she reunited with her mother.

As the plane finally descended, she wrung her hands, eyeing the landscape spreading out in front of her. Her insides twisted in knots as she wondered if this would be the day she dreamed of or another dead end.

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