The Werewolf Dates The Deputy - Kristen Painter Page 0,73
your fault. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
“What did I miss?” Titus asked.
“Just your sister being worried about you.” Jenna smiled at him before looking at Bridget. “Thank you, Bridget. I really appreciate that.”
“So we’re friends again?”
Jenna nodded. “We are if there’s a cinnamon roll in that bag.”
Bridget laughed. “Is there any other reason to go to Mummy’s?”
Jenna winked at Titus.
He winked back, the pull of sleep almost too much to ignore.
“Hey,” Jenna said softly. “Why don’t we take this down to the visiting room? I think I can make it that far without the binding spell kicking in. Titus needs to sleep.”
Birdie nodded. “And I need to go get your things. I’ll walk with you.”
“Okay,” Bridget said. “See you later, bro.”
“Bye, honey,” Birdie said.
“Back soon,” Jenna added.
“Later,” he whispered, eyes already closed. He drifted off, unable to do anything else.
The visiting room had a small dining area with three round tables. Jenna and Bridget set up at one of those, but Birdie didn’t sit.
“You girls enjoy your breakfast. I should run and get that stuff for Jenna.”
Jenna pushed a chair out with her foot. “You can stay for a little bit. Twenty minutes isn’t going to change anything. Come on, eat with us. Besides, we need to make a plan.”
“Yeah,” Bridget said. “Plus, I got a ton of food.”
She had too. Pancakes in three varieties—peach, chocolate chip, and plain. A side each of bacon and sausage links. Two cinnamon rolls, which might have been overkill, considering they were the size of dinner plates. Two breakfast platters of scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and biscuits. And a yogurt parfait with fruit and granola.
She also had a tray of coffees and two bottles of orange juice.
Birdie hesitated. Then sat. “All right, but just for a few minutes.”
Jenna nodded. “We have a lot of work to do, I know that. But fueling up will help. All right, let’s figure out what needs to be done.”
Bridget dumped the packets of utensils in the middle of the table, and they dug in. Jenna went for the peach pancakes and a couple of strips of bacon, plus a coffee. Birdie and Bridget took the breakfast platters and the OJ.
“Okay,” Bridget said. “Where do we start?”
“With Alice,” Jenna answered. “I need to talk to her. She said if she knew who built the spell, it would make it easier for her to undo it. I will tell her everything I know about Sola. It isn’t much, but at the very least, Alice will know the origin of the magic used against us. That has to be worth something.”
“Okay,” Birdie said. “That’s a phone call. And one you should make in about an hour. I don’t think Alice is an early riser, and it’s still plenty early. You could try her now, but I’m pretty sure it’d just go to voicemail.”
“Voicemail is fine. At least she’ll know I’m trying to reach her.” Jenna took her phone out and tapped Alice’s name on her contacts list. The phone rang four times before going to voicemail. She nodded at Birdie and pointed at her phone, mouthing the word voicemail while she listened to Alice’s brief message. Then she spoke. “Hi, Alice, it’s Deputy Blythe. I know who built the spell. A disgraced seer by the name of Sola Skarsgard, now Guddersen. Please call me and let me know what else you need to know about her that will be helpful. Thank you.”
Jenna hung up. “That’s done.”
“Good,” Birdie said.
Jenna went back to her food. She cut into her pancakes with her plastic fork and knife. “Birdie, do you think you can do more of your computer magic and find out where Sola is staying? She never told me. Which brings me to the matter of Ingvar.”
Bridget reached for the little packets of salt and pepper. “That’s the woman you met at Howler’s?”
“Yes. At least on the outside.” Jenna stared at the triangle of food on the end of her fork. “I don’t know what it takes to possess someone the way Sola has possessed Ingvar. What kind of damage it does. Sola must be a very powerful seer.” She had a terrible sinking feeling about the whole thing. “I hope my friend is still alive, but I’m not sure.”
Bridget’s eyes held a world of sympathy. “We’ll find out. We’ll get Hank on this as soon as Birdie figures out where they are.”
“You know…” Jenna put her fork down and pulled out her phone again. “I was texting with