Page 68 of Enspelled

“Georgia Calla,” I say, tearing my eyes from her. “Fire elemental.”

“She’s not likely to set us on fire in the middle of Main Street, is she?”

I shoot him a rapid glance before pulling away from the sidewalk. “Do you really want to stick around to find out?”

He nods. “Fair enough. Well, is there a place we can stop and grab some food?”

“Not for breakfast. Not after Diana blew up the tearoom with Briar’s aunt inside,” I say as we drive by the ruined building. I glance down at it, and because I do, I spot something I hadn’t expected to, so I slow.

“What is it?” Bodie murmurs.

But my attention is on the couple pressed against the side of the building. A man in a white shirt and smart pants, and a woman with dark blonde hair.

I’m soon past the alley, but I’m half-tempted to go back, because what I just saw doesn’t make any sense. “Nothing.”

I feel Bodie’s gaze on the side of my face. “You saw something.”

“I was probably just seeing things.”

“Tell me.”

I drive for the next mile in silence, but then I shake my head. “Liam Wolfe.”

“And…?”

“Well, Rose Calla.”

“Doing…?”

I glance over at him and raise my eyebrow. “It looked like they were kissing. Against the side of the building.”

“You mean the alpha of the Wolfe pack was kissing a witch—and I’m going to assume this Rose is a witch from her surname—down an alley?”

“See, I told you I was seeing things.”

Bodie shrugs and looks away. “Not necessarily. He’s a man, and she’s a woman.”

I blink. “It’s not that simple. He’s awolf. The alpha. And she’s a witch. Things like that don’t happen in Madden Grove.”

He snorts. “You ever hear of a girl called Juliet and a guy—”

I glare at him. “Yes. I have. But that’s different.”

“Because a man and a woman can’t fall in love, or take one look at each other and decide they want to screw?”

A blush sears my skin at the sudden turn in the conversation. “Right.”

He snorts again, and this time, it’s full of amusement, as if he can feel my embarrassment. “Where are we going?”

“Layla’s house.”

“Because?”

“There was no summoning spell in her grimoire, and the fact she didn’t turn up to a coven meeting isn’t just unusual. It’s downright not Layla Markham. She never misses a meeting, and I should have known that.”

“Wait a second. Summoning spell?”

I pull up as far away as I can from Layla’s cottage but don’t move to get out. “The editor of the newspaper was adamant that there were no special events the night that someone killed the Destin pack. No local kids were spotted running around or—”

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