Page 46 of The Accidental Witch

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered.

Robbie knew that name. They’d talked about a Soledad, and several others in his coven when he’d confessed what happened with his grandmother.

She gripped his arm. “Wait, when we had that conversation last week, didn’t you say Soledad was the leader of your coven?”

He looked at her in the dark interior of the car. “Yes. Something’s wrong. Something’sreallywrong.”

When he said those words, a weird bolt of heat scissored through her body. It felt like a…connection. As though the words Greer spoke had ignited some urgent pull in her to take action.

“What can we do to help?” Wanda asked.

“I think I’m the only one who can help,” Robbie said, unclear where the words, spoken with such confidence, came from. But she said them again, because she was convinced they were true. “I’m the only one.”

Chapter

Thirteen

“One more time,” Greer ordered, his voice unusually terse, his jaw clenched.

“Dude! She’s exhausted. Let the fuck up already,” Nina yelled from across the murder basement as she stalked toward them, her feet clomping against the brick flooring with angry stomps.

Greer tightened his fists, strengthening his wide stance. “If we don’t get this right, we can’t find out if my coven is in danger, Nina.”

He was being harder on her than he’d ever been, trying to instill in her thefeelof the spell, the connection she needed to make to its meaning, but she kept bombing.

Clearly, his fear for his coven was real, but the man she’d shared that earth-shattering kiss with was a very different man today. He was tense, on edge and frowning.

But oh, that kiss. She thought about it every free second she had. It had been everything. Perfection. The best kiss she’d ever had in her entire life. Her knees went weak just thinking about it.

Yet, since they’d heard the news from January about Soledad, they hadn’t discussed it. And it was just as well left amemory. Her life was in disarray, adding the complications of her feelings and how much she liked Greer wasn’t a good idea.

Though, he didn’t make it easy when he strutted around in jeans that showcased the bulge of his thighs, and his silky hair was still imprinted on her fingertips.

Nina interrupted her lusty thoughts when she yelled, “Did you hear me, Taskmaster? I said, let the fuck up!”

Greer’s jaw went hard. “Nina. Please. We need to focus.”

But Nina didn’t like that answer. She approached him, her gaze hot, jamming her face in his. “I don’t give a fuck whatyouneed. You’re not going to get the results you want if you fucking bully her, and because I’m a supreme bitch, I’m not gonna let you bully her. Got that, Cover Model? She looks like she hasn’t slept in a fucking week. Now, lay the fuck off and let the kid have a break orI’mgonna break something—on your body. Something you need in delicate fucking matters.Literally,” she threatened.

“Nina, it’s okay,” Robbie said, dragging her tired legs toward them to grab her hand. “He’s right. I have to get this right. I’m the only one who can do this from the outside.”

Grabbing Robbie by her shoulders, Nina protectively tucked her behind her. “You’re not gonna get this right if you pass the fuck out. Or, I dunno, die of exhaustion. Back off, Greer, or I’ll make you back off,” Nina growled.

Raking a hand through his hair, his face ragged, Greer gave a curt nod. “You’re right. Take a break, Robbie. I’m going to take one, too.” Pivoting on his heel, he strode out of the murder basement, leaving silence in his wake.

Nina tipped her chin up, gazing into her eyes, steadying her as she wobbled. “You okay, kiddo?”

Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Robbie nodded. “I’m fine. I really am. He’s just worried about his coven.”

They’d been working for two days to find the spell that would locate his coven, her magic being the only thing that could accomplish that, but the harder she tried, the harder she failed.

Worse, January’s friend still hadn’t heard from Soledad, only compounding their fears.

The vampire crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes filled with Nina’s stubborn brand of grit. “Well, he can fuckin’ worry about it while he gives you a damn break. You look like shit, Glinda, and I don’t like it. I’m not gonna let him browbeat the fuck outta you while I watch. Now sit. Tater Tot texted from the kitchen. He’s bringing you a healthy snack and something to drink. He said you need to replenish your electrolytes or some weird shit.”

Hervé skittered into the room and headed straight for her, leaning against her side, his bristles scratching the brick floor. “Mon amie, are you sick? How can Hervé make it better? Shall we fly to ze moon?”

That had been a trip. As she’d practiced and gotten better, Hervé had taken her higher and higher in the sky. Seeing the moon so close like that for the first time was a memory she’d always treasure.

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