Don't Hex and Drive (Stay a Spell #2) - Juliette Cross Page 0,80
was so sensitive.
My witch. When had I begun to think of her that way? How could I make it a reality? That was all that seemed to consume me these days. And yet, Ruben needed my help. There were other girls still out there in this kidnapper’s captivity. I forced myself to focus. I had an idea of what to do to catch them, but I needed to see if Isadora discovered anything else.
“Sorry,” I told her, restraining a smile at her skittishness. “Did you sense anything else? Something that might tie Blake to Emma?”
She held my gaze, her expression sobering. “No. She’s almost fully healed, though. Physically.”
“Thank God,” muttered Jules.
“Not long and we’ll have the other girls and bring them to safety,” Ruben assured Jules. “You might want to get a few Conduits on stand-by for when we do.”
Ruben’s unwavering attraction to the woman was so obvious with his electric blue gaze riveted on her face.
Damn, was that what I looked like when I stared at Isadora? We two were a sad lot. But unlike Ruben, I wasn’t going to wait a decade to go for my woman.
“I’ll have them ready,” said Jules.
Clearing my throat, I added, “I didn’t sense anything new. And our plan is solid.”
Jules’s stance became rigid as she looked at her sister. “Are you positive this grim of yours can trace these guys? I don’t want my sister put in harm’s way. Especially if I have to null her so she can play bait for this trap.”
“One hundred percent positive,” said Ruben. “I’ve met with the creator of the software and I’ve watched it run several tests until I was satisfied. The tests were effective every single time.”
“I promise I won’t let anything happen to her,” I said to Jules, keeping my eyes on Isadora.
My protective instincts pushed me like never before. She wanted to date supernaturals, including other vampires, and she had no idea how beastly we could all be. Take me for example. I was concocting ideas of sabotage because I already considered her mine. Also, I worried what deviant she might fall prey to among our kind. Of the supernaturals, we were the most cunning. For a reason, of course. We hunted and seduced humans to willingly give us the blood that flowed in their veins. Our genetics demanded we be beguiling in the most irresistible of ways.
I was so wrapped up in thoughts of Isadora I startled when Jules spoke to her, “Who is going with you to pretend to be your second party girl that night?”
“Livvy said she’d do it. She’s the only one who wasn’t with you guys at last year’s Summit cocktail party.”
Jules chewed on her bottom lip a second before replying, “I know you think this plan is foolproof, but I want Violet to do a reading on you two.” She eyed me and Ruben. “If she sees success in this operation, then I’ll be behind you one hundred percent.”
We needed the Enforcer of the district behind us, or she could call the whole operation off. And though I’d never let anything happen to Isadora, it would make me feel better if a Seer could give us a positive premonition.
Ruben gave a stiff nod. “Perhaps tomorrow?”
“I’d like to be there,” added Isadora, her brow pinched into a frown. “When and what time?”
“We could meet at our house at eight. I’m letting Mitchell close the kitchen on some nights. Violet isn’t closing the bar tomorrow.”
Isadora cleared her throat. Her pulse picked up. She was anxious about something. “Can we do it a little later?”
Jules eyed her sister, puzzled. “Why? You got a hot date or something?”
Her fingers curled into the fabric of her skirt a second before she flexed and relaxed them. Sort of. “Actually, yes. I do have a date.”
That pinching feeling was back again, twisting hard in the middle of my chest. She glanced at me then away, tapping her hands against her sides nervously.
Jules stared at her a second longer, the awkward tension stretching. “Alright then. How is ten? Eleven?”
“Oh, ten is good,” she said on a quick breath. “I won’t be staying out that late.”
Jules turned to Ruben. “Meet us at our house at ten.”
Ruben nodded.
“I’ll be there, too,” I said, eyeing Isadora, who kept darting her gaze to me then away. “Goodnight, ladies.”
I gave Ruben a sharp nod, then headed for my car with only one goal in mind. To discover when and where Isadora’s date would be tomorrow night.