Page 11 of Her Fierce Dragon
“Your own coven said that you had something to do with Delia’s disappearance?—”
“So you know Delia is missing?” Feno cut in, his keen eyes locked on the witch.
Sunny turned her gaze to Feno, and her eyes softened toward him.
Willow didn’t like the look on the witch’s face while she stared at Feno. Willow wanted to jump across the counter and scratch her eyes out.
He was hers?—
Her eyes widened at the admission.
Impossible.
There was no way that after one night, the gods would reveal her true half—her soulmate.
“Of course I know about it. They’re saying that this little witch you brought into my store took her own grandmother out so she could have control over the Lunar Coven!”
“That is a lie!” Willow bellowed and slammed her fist down on the counter. The lights flickered as she glared at the witch. She was so tired of everyone blaming her for Delia’s disappearance.
If Feno thought this woman would be able to help her, then she would have to show her.
Willow closed her eyes and welcomed the energy building up in her. Pushing the memory of her last encounter to Sunny, she opened her eyes and found Sunny quiet. The whites of her eyes were showing. Willow revealed to her the situation.
She knew she was using strong magic, which was something not every witch was able to do. She had always hidden just how powerful she was, but now, dammit, the gloves would be coming off. She would clear her name, find her grandmother, and prove she was the rightful heir of the Lunar Coven.
The Lunar Coven was one of the most powerful covens in the country, and Willow would be damned if it was stripped away from her.
“What are you doing?” Feno eyed the two women.
“Proving my innocence,” she growled.
Sunny’s body finally relaxed, almost falling over. The memory ended. She gripped the counter and turned her blue eyes to Willow, gasping for breath.
“How do I know you didn’t alter that memory?” Sunny gasped.
Willow could see the slight hint of awe in the witch’s eyes.
“If you’re a high level, then you know that no one can alter the past. You saw and heard the argument between my grandmother and me. Someone is feeding the community the wrong information. I would never hurt her. I’m her flesh and blood. I will find her, with or without your help,” Willow snapped.
Sunny stared at her while she regained her composure. “Delia’s my friend. I’ll help you find her.”
“Thank you.” Willow nodded to the witch, feeling somewhat satisfied to finally win over the first of her kind.
Sunny came from behind the counter, jogged to the door, and flipped the sign over to closed, then locked the door and walked toward them.
“Follow me,” she said.
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“Do you have something of Delia’s with you?” Sunny asked Willow.
They walked deep into the woods near Sunny’s store, carrying a backpack.
“Yes, I do. I was able to grab her hairbrush when I was at her house, before they kicked me out,” Willow admitted.
“Good. It’ll give us a piece of her. We can try to use our powers to locate her.”
Feno looked around but didn’t sense any threat in the woods. He was the biggest predator around and knew that most animals would stay away.
