Page 27 of Dark Moon Secrets

I ditched the white sage in the bin—didn’t need that shit, but perhaps I did. It might’ve helped to clear my mind before I took things too far. For me. For her. I knew the stakes, and I didn’t stop. Fuck, I didn’t want to. Would it mean my actions would put our lives in danger?

One thing was sure—I was going to answer the question myself.

I kept the shop window in my line of sight, pretending to be on my phone, nodding occasionally and mumbling yes. It seemed she didn’t know her power as a witch, if she did then she would’ve known who I was, the enemy. That gave me hope. If that were the case, she wouldn’t know about my kind and that we were forbidden to mate, let alone have adult fun together.

“Hey, Al, come over and give me a hand.”

I looked up sharply, wondering if my cover had been blown.

Jordan waved frantically at me.

That was lucky.

“Damn thing won’t go on,” said Jordan. “Help me.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“George Parker happened.”

“He’s still allowed to drive?”

“Apparently.”

Jordan pulled a thick chain tight, straining on it, trying to get it closer to the car.

“I just need another inch. Adam isn’t strong enough.”

“No shit. I wouldn’t imagine he would be,” I answered, glaring at Adam, who stared darkly at us. It was never a good sign when a witch thought he should watch over us.

“Come on, before it starts raining again,” said Jordan, heaving on the chain.

I grabbed the chain, cold and wet, and pulled. My hands burned in the cold and the strain, even though I was used to hard physical labor. The end of the chain came closer to the tow hook at the back of the car, but not enough to hook it on.

“You have to get the car closer,” I said.

“Fuck it.” Jordan shook his head.

I looked at the car. It was pretty smashed up.

“George did a good job,” I said.

“Push the car back… that might work,” said Jordan.

“Adam, give us a hand instead of standing there,” I called out. I stopped short, asking him to use his magic to help us. I knew what his answer would be—against the rules.

“You’ll be fine,” the tosser answered.

“Don’t be a pussy and come help,” I growled. The war on the lazy-assed witches wasn’t coming a moment too soon.

I don’t know why Adam was hanging around. George had been taken away in the ambulance already. And the Land Rover he’d been driving was already on the long truck.

“I’m making sure her car gets where it needs to go,” he said, coming closer.

I knew who she was, and I didn’t like Adam referring to her with the tone he did. Not that there would be any competition, but if they were both witches, it wouldn’t end well for me, and I couldn’t let that happen.

“Ready?” called out Jordan.

Adam quickly put his hands on the bonnet and mirror on the other side of me.

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