not?” Armand scoffs. “Best thing we’ll ever do, along with ridding this island of those vile Faes.”
“The daylight spell. I need them to cast it for Tinksley.”
Goddammit. How the hell am I ever going to get them to agree to this now?
“Actually, we may not need them,” Sam pipes up, mimicking Kaz. “I’m almost positive Nina and Brielle told me it’s entirely possible for them to cast a daylight spell, too.”
Really now? “You’re certain?”
He nods. “Don’t quote me one-hundred, but I’m ninety-eight percent sure. Their practice is different but the end result would be the same.”
Guess I’m heading down to the sanctuary now rather than later. “We’ll reconvene this conversation tomorrow. Sam, can someone keep an eye on her for me while I’m gone?”
“Of course, Cap, I’ll do it.”
“Terrific, I appreciate it. Just don’t piss her off, please. Last thing I need is her flipping the Fae switch and running rampant. It’s not even been twenty-four hours yet.”
“I had a feeling the sirens were involved,” says Fawn within the furnished courtyard of the sanctuary.
She’s one of the more quiet witches from the Sacred Six, yet one of the darker, more gothic personalities, too. Her long, sleek tresses resemble Marlena’s, only in a rusted orange rather than a flaming red.
“Mmm, I agree,” Jewel chimes, twirling a keyring around her finger. She’s quiet as well, but that doesn’t deter her from being quite promiscuous, or so I’ve been told.
Nina and Brielle are also present for our impromptu meeting, although they haven’t said much. Actually, they’re all strangely and disconcertingly calm after just being told one of their own was murdered in cold blood.
“So if Aester really is dead, then where’s her body, blood sucker?” That’s Nina, who has refused her better half the option of sitting at her side.
Rich insult coming from her when she’s had a vampire cock destroying her pussy on more than one occasion. Doesn’t bother me, I’m too amused by her building performance to care.
Clearly, the two are still quarrelling over the Sam ordeal.
“Are you even listening?” Brielle barks back at her across the way. “The sirens are behind this. They obviously consumed her.”
Nina’s head nearly snaps off her neck, a rebuttal forming on the tip of her tongue, when Fawn shoots onto her feet and places herself between them, palms outstretched. “If the two of you can’t sit in the same room for something this important, then go, now. Those water cannibals slaughtered Aester and have, not only Persia, but N’Isabelle in some song-induced slumber, and you want to sit here fighting like juveniles over a cock? Grow the fuck up and handle it like adults!”
Neither witch in question dares fire back, which surprises me. As I said, Fawn and Jewel tend to hover in the shadows, only making themselves known when their coven sisters need them. Nina and Brielle, though—they prefer the spotlight. Seems the roles have reversed with their leader being incapacitated.
Jewel rakes her dirty blonde locks to one side. “What else do you know, Captain?”
“As I said, the sirens plotted the attack. However, Pan was their executioner. Aester was his so-called ‘sacrifice’ in order to access the portal, and N’Isabelle was what they wanted in exchange for aiding him.”
“All for a spell. He’ll pay,” Fawn grits bitterly. “They’ll all pay.”
I scoff. “If you can find him. He’s crossed over.”
The witch ticks her head aside. “Have you forgotten the details of his past already?” she retorts, reclaiming her seat near the fountain. “We have eyes and ears on the other side.”
Yes, they surely do.
“My apologies; it slipped my mind. In any case, I’m happy to help in any way I can, as are my men. We can discuss a plan of attack tomorrow while they’re all present.”
Fawn and Jewel exchange a look, one that doesn’t extend to the troubled lovers, and nod in unison. “We’ll see you tomorrow then,” Fawn concedes, slinking one leg over the other as I rise from my seat. “Oh, and Captain?”
I lift a brow at the soft lilt of her voice.
“Don’t forget—we need a strand of Tinksley’s hair, a ruby, and whatever pendant you desire to hold it.”
“Noted. I’ll have everything ready before you arrive. See you in the morning, ladies.” I say nothing more as I spin on heels and saunter out of their temple, their goodbyes caressing my back in waves.
A ruby and a pendant; I’m not worried about the hair.
The ruby is easy—there’s several hidden within my treasures.
It’s the pendant I’m stumped on, mostly because it’s one