He looked thoughtful a moment before saying,
“It can be done and swiftly, depending on how quickly the witch can cast.” She coughed a muttered,
“Charming…” before she continued to say,
“That is depending on how soon this…witch…can get enough supplies, as with a large enough batch made, it would just be ‘smash a bottle and say a few words’ type of gig, which a Gorgon monkey could do…no offence, Captain,” she added with a cheeky wink to Carn’reau, and a salute using her middle finger from her forehead to flick at him. This made the Fae smirk back at her, clearly up for the challenge.
“Alright, so we git th' fckin’ picture!” Vern snapped, clearly getting annoyed at the sight of Nero’s attention being on another male, despite how innocent it seemed.
“Carn’reau, I am putting you in charge of working with Nero and getting what she needs to make it happen,” I said ignoring Vern’s outburst, both before and after he stood up and declared,
“I kin git the lass whatever she needs.”
“No, you three have only one job,” I stated making him growl in frustration but yield to my order all the same. This was helped when Gryph grabbed his shirt from behind and yanked him back to sitting down telling him,
“Sit yer ass doon lad 'n' ney git yer kilt in a twist, fur th' Fae is only gaun shopping fur th' lass.”
“And this jab would be?” Trice asked ignoring his brothers,
“The Hex, you mentioned you might know someone who could remove it?”
“Aye, bit it wull nay be easy,” Trice responded, after first looking towards Amelia’s sleeping form making me force myself to suppress the urge to break something on his face. Instead, I stood in his line of sight and replied in a dry tone,
“That doesn’t exactly surprise me, Shifter!” I snapped at his pointless comment as it was fucking obvious that it wouldn’t be. I looked behind me at my girl and said,
“Nothing important ever is.”
After this we established a plan of sorts, with the McBain brothers on their own mission to find someone they believed powerful enough to remove the Hex. Although, annoyingly, they remained cagey on the details, making me question why or more like...Who? However, before I could express as much my brother swayed the conversation in a different direction.
“And as for the witch, do we have any idea who she could be, other than someone you obviously pissed off?” Nero and Vern both scoffed at the same time,
“Shocking.”
“Aye, shocking.” I shot them both a scathing look and the moment my fangs grew Nero quickly started dabbing Amelia’s forehead, muttering,
“Wow, Vampires are touchy…who knew.” Vern laughed at her reaction and therefore received the same treatment only prompting a wink from him in return, making me growl.
“No, her identity is still unknown,” I replied, ignoring the urge to re-enact the time I had his throat in my hands and was beating the living shit out of his posh ass down in my dungeon. My brother looked thoughtful a moment longer making me turn to face Carn’reau and say,
“I want you to use whatever underground contacts you have to seek who she could be, even if it takes you beyond our realm, dig as deep as you can…understand?” It was at this moment that I felt my brother move towards me and his hand gripped my shoulder before telling me,
“Leave that to me.” I raised a brow back at him before he assured me,
“Trust me, if anyone can find someone with a grudge against you…”
“It’s me.”
Chapter Eight
Where the Blood Leads
A few days later and Amelia still hadn’t woken, and I was getting more worried by the minute. I had asked my brother to send word to the McBain brothers to return if they didn’t find whoever it was they were looking for. I was growing restless in the knowledge that the days were ticking by and I couldn’t risk Amelia waking with the Hex trying to claim her again. For as much of an asshole Trice was, right now he was the only one who could save her from being taken from me. Which if it meant letting the bastard touch her again to achieve such, then I would grit my teeth and bear it. But for that suffering to happen, I would first need him here.
I also needed to speak with my brother on other matters, like what was taking so long in discovering the witch’s true identity like he boldly claimed he would. I didn’t know if