Motor City Witch by Cindy Spencer Pape Read Free Book Online

procedure. Get to it. The rest of you go back to bed for an hour or two.” It was a good thing none of the wedding guests had stayed the night. That would have complicated matters tremendously.
    “Of course, my lord.” Each of the staff murmured something to that effect as they moved toward the door. Mairead, Aidan’s secretary, came over and took Elise’s hand.
    “I’m so sorry,” she said kindly. “If there’s anything you need, miss, you let me know. Anything at all.”
    “Thank you,” Elise said. “I don’t know…” All she needed was to have her daughter back. It was too hard to think about anything as simple as physical needs.
    “I know we never met before, but we’ve spoken, many times.” The small, wizened woman patted Elise’s hand. “I was Lord Green Oak’s secretary before he moved the corporate headquarters to Michigan and I came out of retirement after Fianna…left.”
    Ah, that’s why her voice seemed so familiar. Aidan’s secretary had always been kind to Elise when she’d called on her boss’s behalf to cancel dates or reschedule weekends together. It wasn’t Mairead’s fault that Aidan should have taken care of such personal tasks himself. Despite the situation, Elise managed to smile. “Thank you, Mairead.”
    The motherly gnome bustled off and Elise turned her focus back to Aidan and the other men.
    “Greg, did you pick up any obvious lying?” Aidan had turned to the werewolf who’d been leaning negligently against the foot of the library table. The taut lines of his body belied his casual stance.
    “No. Though I’d keep an eye on the groundskeeper—Dylan, I think his name was—and his pet maid, Jennet. There was something shifty about those two. And for all they implied, they didn’t smell of sex.”
    Elise cringed. She’d forgotten how sensitive a werewolf’s nose could be.
    “Thanks.” Aidan tipped his head. “I want you to wander around and see if you pick up the scent of a djinni anywhere in the house or garden.”
    Greg nodded curtly and strode from the room.
    “What can I do, Cap’n?” Toby’s tone was gruff and concerned.
    “Toby, I need you to go gather information.” Aidan continued to pace. “You’ve still got some connections with the…less highbrow sidhe. I need to know if anyone has heard anything about a djinni working with Owain Le Faire’s movement, or one doing freelance work for any other elf. Also find out who’s running the purity faction now that Owain is dead. I assume it’s his son Oswald.”
    “Got it.” Toby saluted Aidan, bowed to Elise and took off toward the portal.
    Elise recognized the name Owain Le Faire as the elf who’d tried to kill Meagan last summer. Ric had killed Owain in a duel, but much like human supremacy groups, the elven one always sprung a new head when the old one was cut off.
    A shudder raked through her as she remembered that Meagan had been targeted partly because of her mixed blood. Dina might not be half-Fae, but as long as anyone thought she was, she was in the same kind of danger. The only thing that kept Elise from screaming was the knowledge that if murder had been their intent, they wouldn’t have had to take Dina with them.
    “Wallis, you’re monitoring phones and internal security. The wolf gets to go wherever he wants, but keep tabs on everyone else. Keep in contact with George and Jase at Elise’s apartment. Put a call through to Sir Alaric’s hotel in Paris—tell them to stay the hell put, but they’ll gut me if we keep them in the dark on this. Tell him we’re keeping him poised in case we need someone in Europe.”
    Wallis nodded and left the room. Aidan approached Elise’s chair and held out a hand.
    “I should go home…” She let him help her to her feet and didn’t even argue when his arm wrapped around her waist. A huge yawn split her jaws and her eyes filled with tears. How could she even think about sleeping when her daughter was in danger?
    “You’re exhausted,