bent a little
so he could look into the car. “You’ll need to turn around and go back into the
city.”
“No, I want to those two, pain-in-the-ass wizards to take
off the spell now. If they think this is going to help them get closer to me,
then they’re even bigger idiots than I ever thought.” She narrowed her eyes on
him. “So you contact them and tell them that.”
She read his name tag. Officer B. Taggert. Now she
remembered. Brian Taggert. He’d been one of her brother’s best friends in high
school.
“Who do you think did this?” Brian frowned down at her.
“I know it was Michael and Kane. It’s their way of ensuring
I stay close to them. Unfortunately for them, it pissed me off and they’re
insane if they think I won’t make them pay.” She deliberately picked up her cup
of coffee and deliberately gulped some of the still warm brew.
“It wasn’t them, Alana.” He glanced pointedly at her mug. “You
want to give me that cup?”
“No,” she said and scowled at him as she wondered why he’d
protect them. “I don’t believe you. Who else would do this to me?”
“The Council. I believe they said something last night about
you not leaving until a certain matter is settled.” Brian straightened and
reached for the door handle. He tried to open the door, but it was still
locked. “Turn around and head back. You can talk to them yourself.”
Alana scowled at him. She did remember them saying something
like that, but she hadn’t thought they’d do anything to keep her in the area
when they knew she was here on a mission. The Council had never entered her
mind. Michael and Kane had been at the forefront of her thoughts since she’d
woken. They’d said they’d be with her. She wouldn’t put it past them to do
something to ensure she stayed with them.
“No, I want the spell removed and for them to stop trying to
run my life.” She narrowed her eyes and her anger built again. Thunder boomed
overhead and lightning streaked across the sky.
Officer Taggert raised a brow, but released the handle after
trying it one more time. He walked back to his squad car. She saw him get in
and do something. He was probably contacting the station to see what they
wanted him to do. She knew it wouldn’t enter any of their minds to take the
spell off. That was much too simple and straightforward, not to mention
reasonable. The Witch Council hadn’t been able to claim that for as long as she
knew about them.
Alana waited impatiently, tapping her foot. Her jaw clenched
tight and she felt her muscles stretch taut as time passed. That couldn’t be
good. What was the Council planning?
It probably wasn’t more than ten or fifteen minutes before a
black, hardtop Jeep drew up beside the car. The passenger door swung open first
and Michael jumped down, but it was only a moment before the driver stepped
from the car too. She wasn’t at all surprised to see Michael and Kane walking
toward her. None of the Witches’ Council would make an appearance here.
Michael reached the car before Kane. He tried the door, but
she had locked it more out of habit than any intent. She let her lips curve
upward in a smirk as she looked out the window at him. The rain was plastering
his hair to his head. He didn’t look happy.
His white shirt stuck to his chest as the rain began to soak
it, although his dark-blue jeans didn’t show much of the wetness. She let her
eyes linger on his chest for a moment, savoring the breadth. Her fingers
tingled with the desire to unbutton that shirt and explore.
Kane stood beside Michael. His black shirt clung wetly to
his shoulders and chest. He put a hand on the roof of the car and glanced down
at her. His eyebrow raised. She let her eyes drop lower to the black jeans
clinging to his strong thighs. He looked good.
Alana decided to let them stand out there a little longer.
She was being a bitch, but damn it, they were interfering with her duty. If
they wanted to try to get to know her
so he could look into the car. “You’ll need to turn around and go back into the
city.”
“No, I want to those two, pain-in-the-ass wizards to take
off the spell now. If they think this is going to help them get closer to me,
then they’re even bigger idiots than I ever thought.” She narrowed her eyes on
him. “So you contact them and tell them that.”
She read his name tag. Officer B. Taggert. Now she
remembered. Brian Taggert. He’d been one of her brother’s best friends in high
school.
“Who do you think did this?” Brian frowned down at her.
“I know it was Michael and Kane. It’s their way of ensuring
I stay close to them. Unfortunately for them, it pissed me off and they’re
insane if they think I won’t make them pay.” She deliberately picked up her cup
of coffee and deliberately gulped some of the still warm brew.
“It wasn’t them, Alana.” He glanced pointedly at her mug. “You
want to give me that cup?”
“No,” she said and scowled at him as she wondered why he’d
protect them. “I don’t believe you. Who else would do this to me?”
“The Council. I believe they said something last night about
you not leaving until a certain matter is settled.” Brian straightened and
reached for the door handle. He tried to open the door, but it was still
locked. “Turn around and head back. You can talk to them yourself.”
Alana scowled at him. She did remember them saying something
like that, but she hadn’t thought they’d do anything to keep her in the area
when they knew she was here on a mission. The Council had never entered her
mind. Michael and Kane had been at the forefront of her thoughts since she’d
woken. They’d said they’d be with her. She wouldn’t put it past them to do
something to ensure she stayed with them.
“No, I want the spell removed and for them to stop trying to
run my life.” She narrowed her eyes and her anger built again. Thunder boomed
overhead and lightning streaked across the sky.
Officer Taggert raised a brow, but released the handle after
trying it one more time. He walked back to his squad car. She saw him get in
and do something. He was probably contacting the station to see what they
wanted him to do. She knew it wouldn’t enter any of their minds to take the
spell off. That was much too simple and straightforward, not to mention
reasonable. The Witch Council hadn’t been able to claim that for as long as she
knew about them.
Alana waited impatiently, tapping her foot. Her jaw clenched
tight and she felt her muscles stretch taut as time passed. That couldn’t be
good. What was the Council planning?
It probably wasn’t more than ten or fifteen minutes before a
black, hardtop Jeep drew up beside the car. The passenger door swung open first
and Michael jumped down, but it was only a moment before the driver stepped
from the car too. She wasn’t at all surprised to see Michael and Kane walking
toward her. None of the Witches’ Council would make an appearance here.
Michael reached the car before Kane. He tried the door, but
she had locked it more out of habit than any intent. She let her lips curve
upward in a smirk as she looked out the window at him. The rain was plastering
his hair to his head. He didn’t look happy.
His white shirt stuck to his chest as the rain began to soak
it, although his dark-blue jeans didn’t show much of the wetness. She let her
eyes linger on his chest for a moment, savoring the breadth. Her fingers
tingled with the desire to unbutton that shirt and explore.
Kane stood beside Michael. His black shirt clung wetly to
his shoulders and chest. He put a hand on the roof of the car and glanced down
at her. His eyebrow raised. She let her eyes drop lower to the black jeans
clinging to his strong thighs. He looked good.
Alana decided to let them stand out there a little longer.
She was being a bitch, but damn it, they were interfering with her duty. If
they wanted to try to get to know her
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