A Witch's Fury
so true. You were never so involved in
the shifter sphere.” She rubbed the back of her neck, shifting in
the chair uncomfortably with her growing belly.
    I licked my lips greedily as our food was
delivered.
    “Have you seen Jerry?” I asked, biting down
into the greasy cheese pizza.
    Kass nodded, casting a sidelong look at
Darren. “He and Mark are having problems.”
    “That sucks,” I said. “I need to talk to him
about the witches. Those crazy assholes are practicing all over my
territory.”
    “What are they doing?” Logan asked.
    “Nothing too out of the ordinary, from what I
know. It’s just been some time since I’ve stumbled across their
circle with blood sacrifices. Granted, it was a goat and a chicken,
but my gut tells me there’s something behind it I’m not going to
like.”
    “Have you talked to Garrick?” Kass asked,
changing the subject away from sacrifices while we ate.
    I shifted, uncomfortably.
    “You haven’t forgotten about the upcoming
meetings?” she pressed.
    I groaned, “No, I have not forgotten about
The Conferences or who will be there.” The Conferences was the
largest gathering of Supernaturals in the world. This year it was
being held stateside and saving me a fortune on plane tickets.
    I had to go. It was part of the job and one
of the duties assigned to me.
    “It’s just a breeding ground for drama and
fights,” I groaned, snagging the last slice of pizza off the
pan.
    Logan grunted and I chose to take that as
agreement. “It’s a necessary evil.”
    “Are you going?” I asked Kass.
    Darren answered, placing a hand protectively
on her stomach, “No.”
    Kass gave him an annoyed glare. “I can answer
for myself.”
    Darren shrugged, returning to his meal. “I
can’t help it. You and the baby are throwing all my protective
instincts into overdrive.”
    “Aww,” I teased, laughing when Kass leveled
her glare at me. “Don’t worry, Darren, I wouldn’t have let her go,
either.”
    “Seriously, do I have no free will, you
fucking assholes?” She slammed her drink down.
    “Yes,” I answered, figuring I was better
suited to take the heat than Darren, “but you are ours to protect
and taking you to The Conferences is dangerous. Just be happy
Darren doesn’t cut up your food.”
    Darren smiled at Kass. “He tried,” she
answered blandly.
    “It’s all from a place of love,” I assured
her.
    She huffed, ignoring me good-naturedly to
pick up eating again.
    “Who is Garrick?” Logan asked, munching on
his meat lovers pizza.
    “He’s a vampire who runs the western
territory, my counterpart on the Supernatural Council. I would have
thought you’d met him, being leader of the entire U.S.”
    Logan thought about that. Casting a look at
Darren, he cleared his throat. “The alphas of the western US deal
with things themselves, they don’t subcontract with the Council
like we do here.”
    I nodded. “Interesting. I wonder if he knows
the revenue stream he is missing.”
    “You two actually get along?” Logan
asked.
    Kass choked on her water. I smiled, “It’s a
complicated relationship.”
    Kass snorted, “Last time you two were in the
same room, it had to be evacuated.”
    “We made up.” In his bedroom, several times
over. “To answer the question, Garrick leaves me alone and I leave
him alone. The only time we see each other is at The Conferences.
We handle our situations differently. He’s much better at politics
than I am.”
    Logan chuckled, “That isn’t a great
feat.”
    “True,” I admitted, leaning back in my chair.
“What are we getting for dessert?”
    Thinking of Garrick had my mind shifting back
to Blake and all the things I wished I could forget.
    “I’m thinking at least one of each,” Kass
purred, looking over the dessert menu propped on the table.
    “I like the way you think.”

Chapter 6
    Kass
had been right. Mark and Jerry were having serious issues.
    Logan went with Kass and Darren after lunch
and I headed over to the

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