Page 11 of Stolen Oath
My heart skipped a beat at her words, and I felt myself grow pale. "That's too far of a drive just to buy a candle," I said, my brows furrowing in confusion while I did my best to ignore the fact Dimitri was rubbing soothing circles on my back. It worked to calm me too damn him. “What does all this mean for us?" I asked the room, addressing no one in particular. "They are fakes?"
"It means we need to be careful until we know exactly what we are up against and what is going on," Dimitri said, his voice low and soothing.
Char nodded in agreement. "We'll keep digging and see what else we can find out about her."
I nodded slowly, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. The thought of being exposed to the MPO for who I was, was terrifying to say the least. But having witches resurface out of nowhere? It added yet another layer of danger in my already overwhelming life.
"We should contact the coven," Char said suddenly, breaking the silence. "They must have a coven, right?" She blinked at me as if expecting me to be an expert on it. Just because I was born a witch didn't mean I knew anything about it. I mean, I didn't know squat about it honestly.
"Coven? Are you crazy?" I asked, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline at the insanity. How would I know if they have a coven? Last time I checked I was the only witch still breathing."
"Well, we need their help," my bestie replied firmly. "Witches, hello! They would know more about your magic than the two of us put together, and they might be able to help us figure out how to fix..." trailing off she looked pointedly at the alpha "...our other problem."
Fingers crossed Dimitri might think she's talking about his father and not his engagement. I didn't want to poke at a sleeping lion until I was sure I could break the oath that was forced on him.
After a long hesitation, I nodded reluctantly. "Okay," I said. "But how do we contact them? And what makes you think they'll talk? Did you forgot they sent the hyenas to kill us? "
Char grinned. "No, I didn't forget." Yanking Damian closer, she cuddled his arm between her boobs stroking it lovingly and batting her lashes. "But they don't know we have a Druid. If they don't play nice he can block their powers."
"He can?" I mumbled, eying the poor Druid and tensing up to jump and catch him if he fainted.
Char was clueless of Damian's reaction; the blanching of his face and the widening, wild look in his green eyes. I felt horrible having to come to his rescue, while Dimitri snickered in the poor male's face. I was grateful he stapped away from me a minute before that, so I didn’t comment on it.
"Unhand the Druid, Char." My lips curled slightly in a reassuring smile when Damian's gaze snapped to me. "I don't think he is used to being treated like a house cat." Cocking my head I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. "Scratch that, I don't think he is used to being touched at all." I amended my assessment.
Dimitri coughed to cover his laugh, so I smacked him on the arm with the back of my hand. "Ouch," he grumbled, rubbing his bicep as if he could feel it. "What was that for?"
"For laughing at Damian's expense," I scolded, crossing my arms over my chest and daring him to continue. "It's not funny."
He rolled his eyes but didn't argue with me. Instead, he turned to Char. "So, how do we find this coven?"
Her smile faltered as she pulled away from Damian's arm much to the Druid's relief. The poor male slumped in his seat like a deflated balloon. "I don't know," she admitted, running a hand through her hair. "But I have an idea."
She turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Remember that book your mom gave you?"
Out of habit since I'd been hiding what I am my whole life, my heart skipped a beat and a wave of terror washed over me. "What book?"
"The one with spells and rituals," Char said impatiently, again oblivious of the effect her comment had on me. "The one you keep under your bed?"
I nodded, finally calming my fight or flight survival instincts and knowing what she was getting at was a tool we needed. "You want me to use a spell from that book?"
Side-eying the alpha and the Druid, I wasn't surprised they had zero reaction to our conversation about my family grimoire, or as I’d like to call it, my mother’s journal. They knew my secret and it was safe with them. We had a common goal if for no other reason.
"Exactly," she said, grinning from ear to ear. "We can use a communication spell to contact the coven or a tracking spell to find their location. With a communication spell they'll be able to hear us, and we'll hear them, too, from what I've heard."
"Because you hang out with a lot of witches?" For some reason it annoyed me that we talked about it like it’s an everyday occurrence.
Char gave me a deadpan look, which promptly shut me up.
"Never mind." I mumbled, feeling the heat of my face as my cheeks reddened.
Dimitri and Damian exchanged an unreadable look, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of excitement in my chest. Contacting the coven was risky, but it was also our best chance at figuring out who was behind the assassination attempts and how the killer was connected to the old alpha. If the killer was connected to the old alpha that was.
"Okay," I said, nodding with determination. "Let's do it."
Char practically squealed in excitement and rushed to hug me tightly, whispering words of encouragement and telling me we got this. I felt a strange mix of anxiety and thrill at the thought of using a communication spell. Hell, any spell for that matter. It was the kind of magic that could go horribly wrong, but it was a risk I was willing to take.
"Let's go get the grimoire." I jumped off the bed as Dimitri and Damian started collecting our things.
