Page 11 of Which Witch Is Wicked?
She turned and fluttered her eyelashes. “Now that the niceties are over, I need a drink. Come sit with me, boys, and tell me everything you’ve been doing. I have no idea how you’ll ever explain how four of the seven seals came to be opened, but it should be a delicious story to hear. Drustan, you may buy me the first drink.”
* * *
Claire’s heartstill pounded like an ancient war drum when she pulled into the driveway and parked her motorcycle under the protective
awning of their stately Victorian home. She stroked Kai’s fur to reassure him he was safe, and she was surprised to find he’d stopped shaking.
“Are you all right, little fella?”
He jumped from the seat and trotted toward the front porch as though he owned the place, his tail swaying in the breeze. Claire noted his quick change in demeanor as she swung her leg over the bike, still puzzling over his earlier fright.
The front door opened, and Moira peered out. “Oh, my gawd. If that ain’t cuter than a bug’s behind. Just look at his adorable little face and that fluffy tail.”
Claire smiled as she approached the porch, glad to see her familiar would be accepted into his new home.
“You come right on in.” Moira held the door for Kai, but the second Claire ascended the steps, Moira stepped outside and slammed it shut behind her. She fixed an angry gaze on Claire. “Youcan sleep outside in the doghouse tonight for makin’ all us worry about your sorry ass.” She folded her arms beneath her breasts, looking like she might seriously put up a fight in order to keep Claire out.
Perhaps humor might defuse the situation. “We don’t have a doghouse.”
“Then I guess you better start building one unless you like sleepin’ under the stars. I’m sure there’s some lumber back there somewhere from when the guys busted down our house and we had to have those hot dudes come fix it.”
Claire sighed. “Moira, come on. I’m sorry I ran out. I just need some alone time.”
Moira snorted. “That weak shit ain’t gonna fly with me, honey. You know we’re all in danger any time we leave this house, and yet you just slide right outta here like a greased hen.”
“Seriously. Things have been getting to me, messing with my head, and I needed some time to clear it.” Dru’s voice constantly haunting her thoughts for one. Was he right? Did they still own a part of each other?
God, could he hear her now?
Moira didn’t budge.
“I found my familiar,” Claire offered with a hopeful smile. She needed to get inside, needed to tell all her sisters what she’d learned.
“I already saw that, and he’s already inside. So try again.”
Claire shifted her stance, growing impatient. “Fine. I spied on the
Horsemen.”
Moira widened her eyes. “You what? What did they say? Where were they?”
Finally. “I’m not going to tell you anything until you let me in.”
Her sister narrowed her gaze, and Claire knew she’d won. “Okay, but don’t think this gets you off the hook. You’re on my shit list until notified otherwise.”
Claire gave her a brief hug before passing her and entering the house. “Where are Tierra and Aerin? We all need to have a sit-down and discuss a few things. Those guys sure aren’t wasting any time plotting against us, and we need to have some countermeasures in place.”
“Yes, we do,” Moira said as she shut the door behind them and followed Claire upstairs.
Claire smiled, remembering how alone she used to feel before she’d met her sisters. Now, she couldn’t picture life without them.
6
Dru eyed each of his brother Horsemen as they sat in the dim backroom of Sirens Pub, all of them sharing the same concerned look. Lucy had taken her leave several moments before, but her threats remained along with her heady perfume. “Just because she’s gone doesn’t mean we’re off the hook. You all know as well as I do she’ll stick around and eventually figure things out.”
“We need to take action.” Nick loosened his tie and opened the first button on his gray silk shirt. “Enough of this bullshit arguing over whose witch will die. Here’s the deal, and you’re all going to sign off on it. The first witch any of us comes in contact with forfeits her life.”
“Except—”
