Page 63 of The Monster's Desire

“He’s with me.” Nadia crosses her arms over her chest. “So, spill whatever you came here to say.”

“Smell me,” Jenny says.

Ridge steps forward and leans close to her neck. “Well, fuck.”

“What?” Nadia’s eyes bounce between them. “Someone speak! Witches don’t have the best olfactory senses.”

“She smells sweet.” Ridge steps back, heading to Nadia’s side. “Her scent has subtly changed. It’s not an extreme difference. Not yet, anyway, but it reminds me of the cloyingly sweet scent omegas used to have.”

“Fuck,” Nadia and Brock say in unison.

Brock’s eyes widen. He’s likely too young to be familiar with the smell.

“Seems you’ve got some explaining to do, baby darkling,” I mutter, swiping a hand over my face. Could this shit show get anymore complicated?

Jenny’s phone goes off and she yanks it out.

“What do we do?” Brock asks. “Someone is eventually going to notice. It’s not severe right now, but will it get stronger?”

“I didn’t do anything, except give her a contraceptive spell. You guys are young. No one needs that hanging over their heads when they’re just trying to have fun and enjoy life.” Nadia’s shoulders pull back and her chin tilts in the air defiantly. “Tell them it’s a new perfume. I have no idea, but I’m not getting blamed for this.”

My eyes fly to the possibly newly turned omega wolf. Her chest rises and falls in quick movements as her hands tremble around her phone. “There’s an actual emergency. Can you help?”

“What the fuck is happening now?” Ridge growls.

Nadia simply nods, stepping toward the wolves because she legitimately has zero survival instincts. I really did get stuck with the only suicidal blood witch to come to North Falls.

That fucking figures.

ChapterTwenty

Nadia

The darkened room immediately sets me on edge. Brock and Ridge don’t join us, but Echo is at my back. His hand rests on my hip and his grip tightens.

“What the hell is this?” Echo asks.

“My friend, she...” Jenny’s head shakes. “She needs a healer.”

“Yeah, or a coroner,” Echo mutters.

I ignore them both as my magic pulls me forward. Someone isn’t in good shape. I don’t ask for permission. My hands buzz, guiding the way, and when I spot the woman on the bed, my gut drops. Pure rage takes over pretty quickly after that.

“I hope you’re both ready to bleed,” I mutter, pulling the pin on my bracelet that manifests as soon as I need it.

“Fucking lovely,” Echo grumbles. A second later, a dark stream of smoke appears from behind me. I give him a grateful smile over my shoulder as I slit my wrist.

Jenny’s blood joins the party a few moments after that. I hope whoever did this is ready to suffer, because retribution is coming.

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I stagger out of the small house, looking half drunk. Maybe my life in Haven has been insulated to the point I thought the supernatural world was better off than it really is. It’s hard to tell, because Haven is run by decent monsters. This place is a clusterfuck very close to what I imagine Hell would be like. Maybe even that is a stereotype.

“Where are you going?” Echo hisses from behind me.

“To replenish,” I say without looking back. “I’m looking for someone named Drake?” I point at the group of four or five enforcers standing in a semicircle.

One of the guys eyes me up and down, shoving his hands into his front pockets. “What are you willing to do for that information?” He laughs.

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