Page 73 of Witch Unexpected
The doors to the atrium opened, and several figures spilled out.
“They’re here,” Bramble said without even turning around.
I moved to intercept the witches, and a flash of blue light cut past me, hit the ground, and lit up the night. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, and when they did, I was surrounded by The Elites, with Sloane in front of me.
Brie stood to my right, fingers crackling with blue energy.
“Did no one teach you not to sneak up on a witch, cupcake?” Sloane asked.
“If I was sneaking up on you, you’d have no idea I was here.”
She arched a brow. “I know why you’re here, but no. You’re not coming with.”
“Why not?”
“Because I say so.”
“Because you say so, or because Anna says so?”
The clench of her jaw told me I’d hit the nail on the head. “What happened to showing me why I was giving up my right to live dick?”
Her mouth twitched. “Another time.”
“Like when I’m already anchor?” I walked toward her. “Look, danger isn’t going anywhere. If The Order wants to attack me, they’ll do it whether I’m tucked up on the grounds or not. I mean, they kinda already proved that earlier.”
She looked away as if considering my words.
Time to hammer the nail in. “I figure I’m safest with you.”
She locked eyes with me. “You’re good, cupcake, and you’re also right.”
“Sloane?” Brie sounded worried.
“She comes with,” Sloane snapped. “She needs to see.”
“I’m coming too,” Bramble said.
Sloane rolled her eyes. “Of course you are.”
The roar of an engine filled the night air, and then a four by four skidded to a halt behind Sloane.
“Get in,” she said. “Let’s go bag us some revenants.”
Chapter Seventeen
The Elite’s ride was a seven-seater with plenty of room for the six of us, but it didn’t feel that way squished between Brie and the other Elite witch, Jessie. Bramble sat behind us, and Sloane maneuvered the car with the witch called Poppy beside her.
She drove with expert ease, one hand on the wheel, blue eyes flicking to mine in the rearview every so often.
Eye contact lasted less than a second, but damn, was it intense. I got the impression that was Sloane all over. Intense and full-on, the kind of woman who believed if something was worth doing, it was worth doing well.
We drove down empty back roads for a bit, then onto the main road flanked by countryside.
This was where the varga had attacked. Were they still out there? A shudder skittered over my skin. We hit an incline then drove down toward the twinkling lights of a town.
“Leyton in all its glory,” Brie said from beside me. “It’s small, but it’s ours.”
“What do you mean?”
