Touch of Evil - Cecy Robson Page 0,24
angry with Genevieve for letting anything happen to them. Coven or not, they still had a connection to the deceased, and while they’re still technically residents on the east coast, witches are supposed to watch out for their own, no matter where they go.”
Emme rubs her hands. “Shayna, I can understand their anger, these women were brutally murdered. But they’re casting the blame on the wrong person.”
“Pfft. Tell me about it, Emme,” Shayna says. “One of the witches materialized while we were here and all but cursed Genevieve out. She’s demanding Genevieve make financial and magical arears. Koda told Genevieve she wasn’t obliged to. The witch told Koda to butt out. Koda became testy—you know Puppy doesn’t like being yelled at—and told her to eff off and to remove the broomstick she has rammed up her ass—I made him apologize, but you can tell he really hated doing it. Anyway, Koda made it clear that this was were territory and that we would handle it.”
“I did,” Koda agrees with a growl. “So, handle it, Bren. We’ve got this side. You have that side. Get this shit worked out.”
“Good luck, dudes,” Shayna says, and disconnects.
Emme shoves the shoes she wore deeper into her small purse. “The other head witches in the country are trying to get rid of Genevieve.”
“Yeah, and this is a good excuse to do it,” I say. I reach for Emme’s hand without thinking. Everything we learn is that much worse. I wish she wasn’t a part of it.
After one hell of a look at my hand, she meets my face, offering the start of another heart-battering smile. I lead her forward before I allow that smile to be my undoing. I have a job to do, and part of my responsibility is making sure nothing happens to this sweet thing beside me.
Some of the weres back at the complex wanted to come with us. I wouldn’t allow it. It’s not that I just want Emme to myself, it’s because of what’s out here.
Those weres already have a feel for what this thing is. They’re our best chance to keep the humans around here safe. The other side of the coin is, I don’t know them. There wasn’t time to interrogate each one to see if they played a part in what happened. It would be stupid on their end, sure. They know who Emme is to Aric, and maybe what she can do on her own. But Ted seemed to know too, and it didn’t stop him from pulling some major bullshit moves on Emme.
“Genevieve is getting too strong, isn’t she?” Emme asks. “It’s why the other witches are coming down so hard on her.”
My gaze trails to the left. I take in how the full moon reflects along the passing waves, and how it feels to have Emme so close. Blood, death, and decapitated kneecaps aside, this is what some shmuck might refer to as a romantic stroll. I just wish I wasn’t the shmuck making the reference. For what has to be the hundredth time tonight, I remind myself that this is Emme. Emme. Not someone I can just share a few hours with alone in bed.
“They’re all strong,” I say, taking way too long to answer. “Genevieve is among the most powerful of her kind. So is Aric, and fucking Misha. And they all reside here in Tahoe, a beacon of power and magic. Those greedy bastards, the head witches and master vamps throughout the country, want this territory for themselves. They’re willing to take out any of the bosses, or at the very least discredit them if it means one step closer to claiming Tahoe.”
I stop when we reach the spot where Ted took his last dying breath. “This is it, isn’t it?” Emme asks.
“Yup,” I respond.
Emme releases my hand a little too soon and much to my dislike. I don’t sense anything in the surrounding area yet. That doesn’t mean I want her venturing far.
She circles the area where Ted’s body was found. The way he was ripped to pieces and how those pieces were thrown apart, it’s a fairly large section of space to cover. Except there she is, her steps careful, avoiding the spots where the pieces landed as if as visible as the moon above. For someone who doesn’t have my nose, she has astonishing instincts when it comes to magic.
I walk to the opposite side, noting the section where the marks remain. There are swivels and swerves and…