Page 71 of Spookily Yours

“Have you seen Luna?” She interrupted, looking around with a frown on her face at her cousin’s backyard, and then into the house. “She said she was going to meet us hours ago.”

I shook my head. “Maybe something’s keeping her?”

She whipped out her phone, sending a quick message to her sister. Pacing back and forth, she waited for a response.

It didn’t come.

Worry crept into my veins.

“I’m going to try tracking her,” she said, pressing a few more buttons on the screen. “It says she’s… still at the bakery. But…”

“Why don’t we go check on her?” I offered.

If it gave her the peace of mind, then that was worth it. Especially so we could get back to enjoying the festivities. Not that I cared one bit about spending time with the witches in town, but I knew what it meant to Willow. How much these people meant to her.

Luna was probably fine, in her apartment, getting ready. Or maybe she’d chosen to make another batch of sweets at the bakery. I’d lost count of how many times my witch had come home with a box of something her sister had made.

Willow nodded, heading out the back fence. Following the streets to downtown, she pulled me towards their shop.

The windows were dark except for the soft glow of the lights strung across the counter. No one was inside. The whole place was silent.

“Maybe she’s getting ready upstairs.” Willow rushed around to the side door, rushing up the stairs two at a time. She reached for the handle, pausing to look at me. “It’s… unlocked.”

“Get behind me,” I said. What if someone had broken in? Or were still inside?

But when I opened the door, Willow peeking around my arm, the apartment was deathly still. Dark. Quiet.

Empty.

We looked through all the rooms, but she was gone—without a trace—her cell phone sitting on the kitchen island.

Even her cat, Selene, wasn’t there.

The bad feeling in my gut was slowly getting worse. If she wasn’t here—in town—then there was only one place she could be. Which meant that…

I closed my eyes, detecting faint traces of two different smells in the apartment. Luna’s, and… my brother’s. Fuck.

“Damien. Where’s my sister?” She looked around the apartment frantically. “What happened to her? And Selene…”

Both of them.

“I…Shit.” Shaking my head, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I thought I had more time. He came early.”

“What?”

“There’s something I haven’t told you.” My eyes connected with hers, those beautiful green showing complete concern for her sister. And hurt. Because I hadn’t let her in. “It’s about my brother.”

“Where. Is. Luna?” She emphasized each word with a pause, poking at my chest. “What are you not telling me?” Those green eyes that I loved narrowed.

I was glad she didn’t have gifts of fire, or I would have worried about her burning the entire building down.

I grimaced, looking over at Willow. “I think maybe… my brother took her.”

“Your… Brother.” She stood frozen, perfectly still in the dim lighting of the apartment’s kitchen. “The half brother, the fuckingPrince of Hell?Why would he take my sister?”

“Not hell,” I said, cursing internally.Not the time.“But yes, that’s the one. He took her back to the demon realm to…” I didn’t think my witch would appreciate the wholemake her his queenthing.“You know how demons believe in mates?”Like we are.

Willow nodded. “Luna’s always had a knack for setting people up. I never really believed in them until…” She trailed off.You,the implication was clear.

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