Page 132 of Rejected By the Alpha King

“No. She was upset and a little frightened. She wasn’t specific about the ghost. I sent her home to rest.”

Ghost. Witch.

Dead witch.

Fumbling for my phone, I picked it up and called Saul. “Yes?”

“Amaya. The dead witch. She’s still in the infirmary, right?”

“Alpha has not made arrangements for the body.”

“Okay.” I wrinkled my nose. “I know this is going to sound strange, but when was the last time you saw the body?”

Jax shot me a sharp look, and Saul was quiet. “Okay, I’m not crazy. Or maybe I am, but can you just humor me?”

“I saw the body yesterday morning, but I can check on it now if it would make you feel at ease.”

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

Nervously, I tapped my finger on my knee. Jax, I noticed, pressed on the acceleration a little harder.

After what felt like an eternity, Saul returned. “I am looking at the witch’s body now. There doesn’t seem to be anything amiss. Is there something in particular I should be looking for?”

“She’s still in the same position? Still has her autopsy scar? Still…um…still appears dead?”

“Yes, Anna. She is very dead. As dead as she should be.”

“Great. Okay, we’re on our way to talk to Cam.”

Saul paused again, and my stomach started to cramp. “Saul?”

“Cam is not here, Anna.”

“Did Maeve take her?”

Saul cleared her throat. “According to her guards, you did.”

“What? No.” I tried not to panic. “Saul, I did not take Cam. I’ve been with Jax all night.”

“I believe you, Anna, but I was not here. I only have the word of Maeve’s guards. The strange thing is that they are still here.”

“No reason to be there to guard an infirmary with no witch unless you’re there to tell a lie.

Thanks, Saul.” I hung up and turned to Jax. “I think we need to go to Irene’s. Cam is no longer at the infirmary, and Maeve’s guards, who are still there, say that I’m the one who took her out.”

“This is not going to end well,” Jax said darkly as he turned around.

“Where are you going?”

“Call Irene. We need to find Cam and fast.”

It took a few seconds before Irene answered. Her voice was husky from sleep. “Anna?”

“Hi, I’m sorry. I know it’s early. Is anyone with you right now?”

“What? No, Jenson stepped out a few minutes ago.”

I paused. “Jenson stepped out? Like…from your bed?”

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