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He holds my gaze as if considering it. “How about we make a deal? Tell me what it is ye want, and I will retrieve it and bring it back to ye.”
Can I trust him to give it to me once he gets it?
No. Definitely not.
There are powerful spells in those pages. Powerful spells that I’m sure the Vampire King of the French Quarter would love to get his hands on. So would the Alpha of the werewolf pack. If Egan goes back to the house, there is no doubt in my mind that he’ll find the book.
I didn’t have time to stash it away before the vampires captured me.
Grand-Mère hid the grimoire for a reason. She meant it to be for my eyes only. Why else would she leave it in my hiding spot with Doctor Flopkins?
Except the alternative might be worse.
“It’s a spellbook,” I finally admit to Fintan, risking a peek at his eyes to gauge his reaction. “My family grimoire.”
“The Dumont grimoire?” That piques his interest and, too late, I consider maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. “Is that part of what Egan was after?”
I shrug, trying to play it cool despite my sweating palms. “I honestly don’t know. Maybe.”
Was it a complete coincidence that I found the Dumont family grimoire? It doesn’t matter. Maybe Egan’s interest in it will convince him to let me retrieve it.
“Where is it?”
“Take me with you. The book is hidden. You won’t find it without me.”
“Do ye think yer in a position to make demands, Josie?”
“Is that a no?”
“No. It’s a…” Fintan trails off, his eyes flicking to the door that leads out to the hallway, still slightly ajar. “It’s rude to eavesdrop, Zana.”
The door pushes open and reveals an older woman dressed in a mustard yellow dress that pops against her warm brown skin. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
The look on Fintan’s face says he doesn’t buy that for a second. “Come,” he says, gesturing her forward. “Join us.”
The moment she does, I feel her magic. Another witch.
A Sun Witch.
Of course. Since the unity ritual, witches have become objects for werewolves and vampires to use and abuse. The basement is probably full of other Sun Witches like Zana and me, stored away until the vampires need them.
“Two times in as many days, Fintan,” Zana says, stopping at the edge of the plush rug before getting too close to either of us. Her gray eyes flick to me before focusing on the vampire, an obvious challenge to his power. “Why did you call this time?”
She holds his gaze a tense moment longer before blinking and breaking the world’s most dangerous staring contest.
“Yer going to heal Miss Dumont,” Fintan answers, nodding to where I’m sitting in the armchair that is nowhere near as plush as it looks.
“I’m fine,” I protest, fidgeting for more reasons than just the springs jabbing into my arse.
Okay, I’m obviously not fine. Not even a little.
My body is bruised and cut, and healing magic is way beyond my current level. But I’m not letting one of the vampire’s witches to touch me with her magic.
I’ll deal with the pain.
“I assumed ye’d rather have a fellow witch tend to yer wounds than have me heal ye with my blood.”
I bolt to my feet, ready to run even as the rational side of my brain insists I wouldn’t get further than the hallway. “If you or any other vampire even try, I will boil the blood in your undead veins.”
