Page 65 of Enspelled

Shaking his head, he releases me and edges back a little. “It isn’t important.”

Yeah, he’s definitely hiding something.

“Okay, then fine. So, I don’t think a witch killed your pack at all.”

“Because of this vision?”

I nod. “I think I was where it happened, and I felt something coming. It didn’t feel like a witch.” Shivering at the deep sense of wrongness, and the pure evil of it, I shudder before continuing. “It felt like something else.”

Keane shrugs. “It could have been a witch’s spell.”

“It wasn’t. I know what that feels like, and this was—”

“Maybe you don’t know whatallspells feel like. I mean, Abigail admitted that you weren’t even a witch.”

I don’t know why, but having him dismiss me like this hurts. A lot. “I don’t think I’m wrong about this.”

“Well, I’m telling you that a witch killed my pack, so whatever you felt can’t be right. It was just a dream, and not all dreams mean anything.”

For several seconds, I stare up at him. “Why am I even here, Keane?”

He gazes down at me. “What do you mean?”

“You kidnap me because you say you want me to communicate with the souls or help you find out who—or what—killed them, and that’s what I’m doing. I’m trying here. This is the first real clue we’ve gotten, and you’re acting like it doesn’t even matter.”

“I’m just saying it was a dream. That it wasn’t what you thought.”

“I see. So only you can validate whether something is right or wrong?”

He blinks. “You’re angry.”

I curl my hands into fists as I work to steady my breathing. “Yes, I’m angry.”

“Because I don’t believe you.”

“So what if I am? You kidnapped me, and because you did, Diana Calla blew my aunt up. Now you say I can’t possibly be right about something because you’ve just decided it. So, you kidnapped me for no reason. And Aunt Mel died for no reason.”

Silence.

For a second I’m stunned at what just came out of my mouth, because I don’t confront anyone like this. Except now, apparently.

Whatever Keane is thinking, I don’t know, and I don’t care.

“The Callas treat you like shit for years and you never say a fucking word. You never speak up for yourself. You just take it. And the person you suddenly decide to snap back at is me?” he asks, his tone disbelieving.

I take a step back. “You don’t get to tell me who I should be angry with.”

“But clearly, it’s been brewing for some time. Or did Liam not want you anymore, and that’s what’s ruffled your feathers?”

Turning away from him, I stalk toward the door without a word.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Keane snarls, sounding like he’s following.

“Hoping a pack of wolves will tears me apart. Because if they do, then maybe I won’t blow you up.” I get a hand on the door, and that’s all I manage before Keane rips me away from it and turns to press me against the wall.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls.

“Why not? You don’t believe me when I tell you anything, so what is the point?”

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