Page 361 of Warlords, Witches & Wolves

She wouldn’t argue that one anyway. It would be reassuring to have her bad-ass brother with her if things went south.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, smiling at the loud guffaw of disbelief that travelled along the line. “Ladies never argue.” The prim comment drew another chuckle.

“But witches definitely do.”

She laughed right along with him.

“Okay hun, I’ll call you tomorrow. Thanks for the help, and not saying, ‘I told you so’.”

He laughed. “I didn’t say it, but you know I was thinking it.”

He hung up before she could say anything else.

Shaking her head, she went to work. The emergency packs came out of the cupboard. Cash hidden under a loose floorboard was halved and secreted in each pack. Spare clothes for each of them went into both bags, along with the few ready-to-eat meals she’d bought from the camping shop when they arrived in town. Compact sleeping bags, torches, batteries, a solar charger; everything she’d need if they needed to run.

When she’d finished, Tabitha put one in the car’s boot, and kept the other next to her bed. It would come with her to work the next day, despite what anyone might say.

As Ryan said—she was reckless, but she wasn’t stupid.

If the going got tough, then Tabitha and Luna were heading right back to Carnarben.

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