broken at the back door where I let them in, so no-one else could be in here, and yet, it feels like I’m being watched. I turn to head back to them and nearly jump out of my skin.
“For all things holy! Don’t sneak up on a Witch like that.” I scowl as Archer smirks at me.
“Apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says, holding his hands in the air.
“What’s up?” I ask warily. The hair on the back of my neck stands, and I shudder just before a hand comes around my mouth and I feel a pinch in my neck.
“What the…” I ask, but my words slur as the edges of my vision go fuzzy.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really not,” Archer snarls as I stumble forward. I try to think of a spell, a way to get out of here, but my brain is jumbled, and I can barely focus on a thought.
“Get the girl, I’ll grab Bauer, and then we can get going. Deacon will be expecting us soon,” Archer tells the guy behind me who wraps his arms around my waist. I try to fight him of, but it’s like I’m submerged in water, and my body won’t work properly.
“Time to get this party started.”
Chapter Five
Remy
I finally make it to the kitchen, with Kain on my heels, and find Levi, Creek, and Roman already in there. They go quiet when we enter and I raise my eyebrows at them. “Interrupting are we?”
“Not at all, princess,” Roman says with a smirk. “Just discussing the intricacies of faction politics. You’re welcome to weigh in if you’d like.”
I hold up my hands and laugh. “Not on your life! I’ll leave the politics to you guys, I suck at them. Now, give me a sword and put me on a battlefield, that I can do.”
They all laugh at me as we join them at the table.
“But seriously, we were just trying to work out how much shit is going to hit the fan while we’re gone,” Creek says, and much as I try to stop it, I can’t help the smile on my face faltering.
“Don’t you start with that,” Levi says, rolling his eyes. “You are not going alone.”
“But—” I start when Kain cuts me off.
“Not happening.”
“You guys are way too stubborn. What happens if I can’t get us back! What happens to your factions, to your families, then? You can’t exactly rule from the Shadow Realm.” I watch as they digest my words, but I already know they’re going to be stubborn assholes about this.
“Life here isn’t worth a damn if you’re not coming back Remy.” Levi shrugs. “Plus, I have no responsibilities here, not anymore.”
“What Angel boy is trying to say, is that we’re coming. Responsibilities be damned,” Roman interjects and I sigh.
“That makes no sense. We don’t even know if I can take you all with me. All we know is I can open a portal,” I tell them, trying not to get to frustrated.
“Oh you can most certainly do more than that.” My head whips up to the new voice and the entire room goes tense, until Levi belts out a laugh and stands, hugging the man stood in the doorway. Every part of him steals my attention, including his British accent.
“I didn’t realize you were here, man. Come on in. You obviously know, Remy. This is Kain, Roman, and Creek. Guys, this is Nevin,” Levi says, and apparently this is another person I know, that I don’t know. He stands almost as tall as Levi, but that’s about where their similarities end. He’s built leaner, though I’ve no doubt he’s still all muscle, he has thick rimmed glasses which frame his grey eyes, and his dark hair falls into his eyes. He’s rocking a grey suit with a black shirt, open at the collar, and damn. He’s pretty.
He starts to blush at my very obvious stare and I follow suit as I wave hello. “Sorry.” I shrug with a smile, because I’m not really that sorry. The guys all laugh and say hello.
“So you’re the man to help me with these old journals?” I ask as he comes to sit with us and Levi takes his seat again.
“Something like that,” he says, looking at me like he’s trying to work something out. “Sorry, you’re just so… different. And yet, not.”
I blink at his words, unable to take them in fully.
“I mean, obviously, I knew you as Amantara, and I’ve met you once