on.”
Of course he doesn’t. Because God forbid we get some helpful information out of him.
“How did she get away from you?” Kane asks, suspicion in his tone. “And why did she want to?”
Reese grinds his jaw, and he leans back in his chair as he stares at us through the monitor.
“She was a mess—as I said—and she freaked out at the slightest movement. We called the witch to calm her down, but apparently she got her out of there and set her loose after the girl wrote down everything she could remember about the slave rings. The girl is a danger and a threat to all of us. I was merely keeping her for everyone’s safety.”
Holding her against her will would have only scared the living shit out of her, and it would have made her even more aggressive toward everyone.
“Who was the witch?” I ask, stepping up to the monitor so that Reese can see me.
He really doesn’t want to tell, and his eyes flick to Kane briefly before he concedes. “She told me her name was Jaden, but I haven’t been able to locate her. I only found her through Liza Berlow—a bitch, but a trusted succubus. She says she has no idea where the witch has gone.”
Everyone exchanges a subtle glance, and Dice mutters a curse under his breath. Sadie. That’s who it really was. There was never a Jaden.
“What?” Reese asks, suddenly acting a little nervous. “You know Liza?”
Sadie is the only witch I’ve ever known to be able to change her face for extended periods of time without a problem. I can’t even hold a different face for longer than a few hours. But she has gone months while wearing another’s face.
Fooling Reese with a false face and false name would be child’s play for her.
“We’ll keep you updated if we should find anything,” Kane lies, flicking the monitor off and turning to face Dice.
“Already calling her,” Dice says, pulling his phone up to his ear as he waits for his mother to answer. “Voicemail,” he continues, cursing.
Kane turns toward Gage, his eyes shifting from him to Kimber, and he finally says, “I doubt it’s a coincidence that Sadie is yet again in our lives. Don’t leave her side.”
Kimber scowls at him. “I can take care of myself.”
It’s odd to see him looking so paternal, considering he actually looks the exact same age. Most people would see a couple of twenty-year-olds arguing like father and daughter.
“Don’t make me call Drackus,” Kane says with a small smile.
Gage covers his own grin with his hand when Kimber threatens Kane—an empty threat she couldn’t ever truly make good on. After all, he’s a creature god, and she’s a visionless visionary. She does, however, have badass gatekeeping skills.
“I’ve sent my own boyfriend to hell before,” she growls, still glaring at him. “Don’t think I won’t send you.”
Okay, now that’s a threat she might make good on. Kane ignores her, however, and focuses on the rest of us. But before he can say anything, Karma appears with Deke and Zee.
“Found two more bodies that were mauled like that other one,” Zee says. Karma puffs out in a weird smoky cloud like a demon hybrid again, and within seconds, the marred bodies appear on the basement floor when she puffs back in.
“These are older,” Frankie says. “They’ve been rotting in the woods. Damn. We really need to find this girl.”
“And help her learn control,” Alyssa interjects as she materializes in the room with us.
“Alyssa, she’s killing immortals,” I remind her. “Keeping her alive is an unnecessary risk to all of us. We already have one immortal hunter out there. And that one will have to die as well. We can’t become the prey, especially not with all the other shit we’ve already got on our plate.”
She glares at me like I’m the unruly child. It would probably do no good to tell her that I have a few centuries of age on her.
“Just because killing them is a quick solution; it doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to
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