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"She thinks that because of her scars and shitty past that if more females who have magic are discovered that we won't want her anymore, and will pick another female to either replace her with or add to the mix."
Another figure moved in the shop, another one right behind them. "I just saw two people move inside so we know there's more than one. Not sure how many altogether though. There are three different vans so there's gotta be three different drivers, right? Unless these vans were parked here before now. We have been so busy with the attack at Dash's then resting and healing for days... When was the last time anyone's even been to the shop or checked in?"
"I've got the feeds up now, baby girl," Rain said, and I wasn't surprised to hear his voice. Quinton had put us on speakerphone as well. "From what I've seen so far they've only been there for about a half an hour."
"What are they doing?" I asked.
Rain started to answer but Quinton cut him off. "Are you kidding me with this shit, Ariel?" he interjected in a quiet voice. "Is that something you're seriously worried about happening?"
I watched a black hooded figure step out of the shop carrying a box toward the back of the van while I thought over his question. The hooded figure opened up the back of the last van and tossed the box inside. I didn't even want to know what was inside of that box that he'd stolen from us, but I knew there was no way I could let him actually leave with it.
"With you and with Dash," I addressed Quinton, "the answer is a hard no. You're both mine and you're not going anywhere. I know it's selfish to say, but if you tried to leave me I wouldn't let you go. But sometimes, with the others, I have moments of doubt. Today I had one of those moments with Tyson and I didn't know that he would have had such a hard time with my honesty, because if I had known I might not have been quite so honest with him. Do I know that he loves me? Yes, absolutely. My fear is irrational, I know, but that doesn't mean I can just stop it. I can't."
"We'll work on it, all of us together," Quinton promised in that quiet, sweet voice. I knew why I'd gotten that voice this time, it was because I'd called him mine and he'd liked it. Probably loved it even if I had to guess, and I was guessing because I knew Quinton well. I knew that when we had a private moment later on he would bring it up again and make me say it to him face to face and I was okay with that.
"Can we stop talking about this now?" Tyson grumbled, and if I wasn't focused on the shop I would have turned and laughed in his face. For the first time I was open and willing to discuss my feelings and he was ready to change the subject.
I would never understand boys.
"What are they doing in my building?" Tyson asked loudly, and I snickered.
"How many of them are there, do you know?" I questioned, when I got my amusement on Tyson's behalf under control.
"Six," Rain answered. "And so far, all they're doing is going through everything. They aren't even trashing the place, just looking at shit. It's weird."
"Exactly what shit are they looking through?" I asked curiously. It was killing me to sit in here on my hands waiting, but it would be plain stupid to go in on my own when there were so many of them. "And do you know who they are?"
"I think they're from the same crew that attacked at Dash's place," Rain replied, and I found it funny, not in a ha ha sort of way, that he called it Dash's place just like I did. "There's no way there'd be more than one group of hunters in town. They tend to stick to their little groups because too much fighting happens when there are bigger groups."
Rain sure knew more than anyone else about them, I'd have to take his word for it.
Someone came out of the shop with another box and placed it in the back of a van.
"They're taking things," I shared.
"I can see," Rain said.
What he didn't do was tell me what was inside those boxes and I really wanted to know. In my opinion, if you didn't practice magic or weren't a witch then there wasn't much in the store that should really interest you.
"Shit," Tyson hissed, right before knuckles rapped against the front passenger seat window. I let out a small, embarrassingly girly shriek and whirled toward Tyson.
Blindly, my hand ran over the driver’s side door, searching. My fingers glossed over buttons and pressed down on the first one I'd encountered. A distinctive click sounded throughout the SUV and I let out a shaky breath at hearing it. Locked, the doors were locked now, and I told myself we were safe behind those locks. I knew I was lying to myself though.
"What the fuck is going on?" Quinton asked in high, terrified voice.
"Be quiet," Tyson murmured, "or I'll have Ariel hang up on you."
He could threaten his uncle with that, but I didn't think it was a threat that I would actually be able to come through with. Just knowing Quinton was on the other end of the line made me feel a whole lot safer and that small sense of safety wasn't something I was willing to give up.
"But—" Quinton started, trying to argue but was cut off.
"Shut up," Tyson snarled in a quiet, angry voice.
The other end of the phone line went quiet as Quinton took his nephew seriously, finally.
I watched in horror as Tyson hit the button that would lower the passenger side window. It went down several inches and stopped.
The person who had tapped their knuckles against the window stood off to the side, just out of sight from me. I could lean back between the two front seats to check out the back passenger window, but didn't want to draw any more attention to myself and make a target out of me. So, I sat there and I waited and they didn't make me wait long but I knew, if it were the hunters then I was pretty sure Tyson and I were as good as dead.
