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know if the person you saw in your vision was Philip. Angels don’t turn on each other. They save their energy for demons.”
I stared at a weed forcing its way through the patio bricks. Prior to Lailah poisoning Bea, she’d been acting strange. I’d known something was off about her, but none of the coven members dared entertain the idea an angel could be less than…well, angelic. Look what happened to her. She’d been controlled by a demon.
My gut told me the mystery man was Philip. Until someone proved otherwise, I’d work under the impression he was up to no good. No one was going to be a victim of possession on my watch.
I disengaged from Kane and put on my best coven leader attitude. “I need you to help me with a finding spell for all angels within a two-hundred mile radius. In addition to locating Philip, we still need help rescuing Dan. Can you do that?”
Lucien retreated to the back door. “I’d rather not. Angels can get nasty when their privacy is compromised.”
So much for being the nice boss. “Too bad for them. Unless you have an official angel contact list handy, when the coven meets at midnight, we’re performing the spell.”
He pursed his lips and took a deep breath. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“ It’s settled then.” I swept past him and tugged Kane into the house. “Let’s go before he comes up with another argument.”
Kane stopped in the middle of the kitchen. “We can’t leave Lailah here. What if she is possessed? You’re the only one powerful enough to do anything if she goes off grid.”
Damn it all if he wasn’t right. “Fine. You do the honors of telling her. If I do it, we’ll have another fight on our hands.”
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Lailah silently fumed all the way back to Kane’s house. I would’ve happily ignored her, but she kept throwing mental insults in my direction.
At least she was creative. Whoever heard of an angel calling a coven leader a magic-stealing twat waffle?
After dropping Kat off at her apartment, Kane pulled to a stop in front of his shotgun double, Victorian-style home on one of the quieter streets in the French Quarter. I already had my hand wrapped around the door handle when Kane pushed a button, triggering the automatic door locks.
“ Before we go inside, I’d like to make a request,” Kane said.
Lailah’s curiosity crawled up my neck, making me long for a shower. After her mental assault, I didn’t want her energy anywhere near me. I eyed Kane suspiciously. “And that would be?”
He turned to catch Lailah’s eye and then stared pointedly at me. “A truce. Until we’re sure Lailah isn’t compromised, the three of us are stuck together. I know after what happened at the club…” he trailed off, no doubt deciding now wasn’t the time to talk about the make-out session the pair of them had in Kane’s office.
Sure, they’d both been under the influence of a demon at the time, but that didn’t mean I’d magically gotten over my shock of seeing them together. Logically, I knew I shouldn’t be mad. Too bad my inner self was still pissed. At Lailah. Probably because she still wanted to get him between the sheets.
“ For Goddess’ sake, Jade. I do not!” Lailah yelled from the back seat. “Kane, open the damn door. I have to get out of here.”
“ And go where?” I asked coolly.
“ Bea’s house. She can babysit me. I don’t want to intrude on your love nest.”
“ No. Bea’s still recovering.” My mentor and the former leader of the New Orleans coven was the most powerful witch I’d ever met. Under normal circumstances, Lailah would be fine at her house. But only a week had passed since Bea came perilously close to losing her soul. The last thing she needed right now was another crisis. “You’re welcome here. Besides, we need to learn to work together.”
She closed her eyes and leaned against the window. “Fine, but we’d better find a way to get out of each other’s heads or else this will never work.”
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