Page 60 of Rogue Witch

“The War Games,” Ethan murmurs.

Blade nods and locks gazes with me. “The wolf we heard in the virtual world was you.”

“Is that true?” Raith demands.

I nod.

Raith frowns. “How long have you known she was back?”

“I figured it out a couple days before your War Games. I got on the first flight from Colorado to New York.”

“Colorado?” Blade whistles. “Whatever were you doing in Colorado?”

“Not much,” I reply.

The Fae regards me with a small smile. “I suspect that isn’t quite true.” He doesn’t wait for a reply but asks Raith, “How is Leilah?”

“She’s okay, considering she saw a student die.”

“You shouldn’t have sent her back to her room alone,” Ethan says. “She needs protection.”

She’s with that damned night howler pig,” Raith says.

Ethan releases a breath. “She’s so young. This is probably the first time she’s seen someone die.”

“She sells fake IDs,” Raith shoots back. “She’s anything but innocent.”

“Selling fake IDs? What the hell’s been going on here?” I glance toward the door, wondering if I should find Leilah now. Is she safe?

“Raith is right,” Ethan says. I turn my attention to him, and he adds, “Leilah is safe.”

“Didn’t you think she was safe when she came here? I blurt. “You were wrong, very wrong. How do you know she’s safe now?”

The three of them exchange a glance.

“I’m not in the mood for games,” I growl.

“We know because we made a blood pact with her,” Ethan says.

“What?” I blurt.

Jealousy surges through me before I recall her words “If a vampire, Fae, and dragon ever ask you to make a blood pact with them, don’t.”

“If you forced her,” I snarl.

“For God’s sake, sit down,” Blade orders.

I whip my head in his direction. “I warn you, Fae.”

“Stop your posturing,” he says in a patient voice. “Does Leilah strike you as the sort of woman who could be forced into anything?”

“She’s young,” I shoot back.

He grunts a laugh. “She stood up to Raith the first day they met. Half kicked his arse.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Raith mutters.

“We made a deal with her,” Ethan says.