Page 92 of Witch Unexpected
“I know; Sloane filled me in.” She sighed. “Who knew Lauris had it in him?”
“He fought hard, but he got pretty banged up. The Elites healed him. They couldn’t heal Wren, though. I’m worried about him.”
“He’s healing nicely. I bought him a cake basket as a treat. You should have seen his eyes light up.”
I imagined Wren in the presence of cake, and a smile tugged my lips. “Thank you. Can you take care of him for me until I get back?”
“I’d rather be there taking care of you, but I suppose you’re in good hands with Leif—in more ways than one.” I could almost hear the eyebrow wiggle.
I glanced at the shifter to see if he’d overheard, but he had his powerful back to me, and the rhythmic snick of a knife on chopping board never faltered.
“Like I said, I’ll be fine. You stay safe and help Sloane find this traitor.”
“Oh, believe me, I am so fecking on it. Good luck with Tor.”
I ended the call and turned to find Leif holding out a plate of sandwiches. “Hungry?”
My stomach growled. “Always.”
He grinned. “Same.”
Our gazes locked, and a lance of heat passed between us, a thread of possibility, but I dropped my gaze.Not going there.
“Things can be however you want between us, Cora,” he said softly.
I looked up at him with a cynical smile. “I already have one destructive craving in my life.”
He gave me a quizzical look. “You honestly believe we’d be destructive together?”
I took the plate from him. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, because I’ve never been the play it safe type, but there’s a first time for everything. So, let’s just play it safe, shall we?”
“In that case, I best make us some tea.” He turned his attention to the kettle, and I carried our food over to the table and sat down.
“You said this location is only used by alphas, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“But now I know about it.”
His head whipped round, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh fuck. I never thought of that.” His eyes twinkled with amusement.
“Ass.”
He chuckled. “The alphas agreed that an exception could be made under the circumstances. The safety of the anchor trumps club rules.” His expression sobered. “But you will be asked to take an oath not to reveal the location to anyone else once we return.”
“Like a magical oath?”
“That’s right, with a blood sacrifice and everything.”
“You’re not funny.”
“Really? That’s a shame. I’m supposed to be the funny one out of the three of us.”
Now I was intrigued. “Okay, and what about the others?”
He joined me at the table and handed me a mug of tea. “I’m the funny, good looking one with the excellent hair and super intelligence.”
“Are you going to leave any qualities for Rune and Tor?”
