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shrugged. "Who knew?"
"And?" I needed more. Not some vague answers. "How did it get fixed?"
"Who creates and finishes everything? The witches of course."
I balled my hands into fists. "Yeah, well, I'm fresh out of witch friends. Bitches double-crossed me."
"Can't trust a witch."
"Can't trust anything."
He elbowed me in the shoulder. "I don't know. I think I've been doing pretty good so far, haven't I?"
"Can we focus, please? A witch has to fix the ley line, right?"
"Well, yeah, a magic wielding witch should do the trick."
I racked my brain for an answer but came up empty. Maybe it was time to get the real guardians involved. Jake could call up some of his friends from the Elite, maybe they even had a witch on payroll who could swoop in and zip, zip, have this fixed within a couple hours. It was clear I wasn't cutting it.
The door to the room creaked open. I stood. Necromancer Frankie walked through and frowned.
Oh no...
Chapter Twelve
Frankie's face blanched. "What's he doing here?"
Green Eyes stiffened next to me.
I looked at the fae and then back at Frankie. "You can see him?"
"Oops. Gotta go."
Just like that, Green Eyes made himself disappear. Jesus. When the hell was I going to be able to do something like that? How convenient. When things got tough, I'd just blink myself out of existence for a little while. No biggie.
The necromancer cleared his throat.
I stood. "Frankie...how is he? Is he going to be okay?"
"The wolf shifty? Yes. He will recover fully. If you bring that fae back in here, though, he will not make it."
"Trust me, I didn't invite him."
Frankie pointed toward the room. "He's asking for you."
I jogged past the elderly man straight toward the room they took him into earlier. Jake was laying down on a stiff, thin bed, much like you would see at a real doctor's office. He looked toward me as I walked in, one side of his lips curled up. "Surprise...?"
"Was that a statement or a question?"
"Both maybe. Not sure. How pissed are you that I'm a shifter?"
"Not at all pissed that you're a shifter, but dammit Jake, why didn't you just tell me? You lied to me."
He looked like he wanted to deny it, but stopped and laid his head down on the thin blue cushion and stared up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry. I should have. I worried about what you would say though. You hunt down magical beings like me."
"Me?" I squeaked. How unfair was that. "You hunt down magical beings like you, too."
It really wasn't unheard of to have a shifter be an Elite. It made them more agile, quick. They were the best of the best. Now I knew why he kicked my ass sparring earlier.
Jake shrugged.
"Well, I guess I know why you left Salem now. Or did this not happen until after you were an Elite?"
"No, it happened in Salem. I'm surprised after all this time that Damen didn't just tell you. I half-expected he would, but then when I showed up and you didn't mention it, I was pretty sure he hadn't."
Damen knew about this? And neither one of them bothered to tell me after all this time? "He never said a word. Is that why you two don't talk anymore? Is he mad"
"It was more me, I think. Obviously I couldn't uphold any of my duties as a Ley Line Guardian in Salem. I can't even touch any of our weapons. I had to leave. It's what was best."
I reached for his hand, but unsure what parts of his body were in pain, I pulled it back. "How did it happen?"
He stared up at the ceiling, a long lost look on his face. "We were out on a beat, I dropped the ball, and a werewolf got the better of me." He shrugged. "It happens."
"It...happens...? That's everything then? A wolf shifter bit you, you shifted, you had to leave, and bam, you're gone. Okay. Good. Now I know."
I rolled my eyes and started to turn. He reached out and grabbed my hand, stopping me from leaving. His voice was low when he spoke. "I was ashamed. It was almost Damen that got bit. I dropped the ball and the
"And?" I needed more. Not some vague answers. "How did it get fixed?"
"Who creates and finishes everything? The witches of course."
I balled my hands into fists. "Yeah, well, I'm fresh out of witch friends. Bitches double-crossed me."
"Can't trust a witch."
"Can't trust anything."
He elbowed me in the shoulder. "I don't know. I think I've been doing pretty good so far, haven't I?"
"Can we focus, please? A witch has to fix the ley line, right?"
"Well, yeah, a magic wielding witch should do the trick."
I racked my brain for an answer but came up empty. Maybe it was time to get the real guardians involved. Jake could call up some of his friends from the Elite, maybe they even had a witch on payroll who could swoop in and zip, zip, have this fixed within a couple hours. It was clear I wasn't cutting it.
The door to the room creaked open. I stood. Necromancer Frankie walked through and frowned.
Oh no...
Chapter Twelve
Frankie's face blanched. "What's he doing here?"
Green Eyes stiffened next to me.
I looked at the fae and then back at Frankie. "You can see him?"
"Oops. Gotta go."
Just like that, Green Eyes made himself disappear. Jesus. When the hell was I going to be able to do something like that? How convenient. When things got tough, I'd just blink myself out of existence for a little while. No biggie.
The necromancer cleared his throat.
I stood. "Frankie...how is he? Is he going to be okay?"
"The wolf shifty? Yes. He will recover fully. If you bring that fae back in here, though, he will not make it."
"Trust me, I didn't invite him."
Frankie pointed toward the room. "He's asking for you."
I jogged past the elderly man straight toward the room they took him into earlier. Jake was laying down on a stiff, thin bed, much like you would see at a real doctor's office. He looked toward me as I walked in, one side of his lips curled up. "Surprise...?"
"Was that a statement or a question?"
"Both maybe. Not sure. How pissed are you that I'm a shifter?"
"Not at all pissed that you're a shifter, but dammit Jake, why didn't you just tell me? You lied to me."
He looked like he wanted to deny it, but stopped and laid his head down on the thin blue cushion and stared up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry. I should have. I worried about what you would say though. You hunt down magical beings like me."
"Me?" I squeaked. How unfair was that. "You hunt down magical beings like you, too."
It really wasn't unheard of to have a shifter be an Elite. It made them more agile, quick. They were the best of the best. Now I knew why he kicked my ass sparring earlier.
Jake shrugged.
"Well, I guess I know why you left Salem now. Or did this not happen until after you were an Elite?"
"No, it happened in Salem. I'm surprised after all this time that Damen didn't just tell you. I half-expected he would, but then when I showed up and you didn't mention it, I was pretty sure he hadn't."
Damen knew about this? And neither one of them bothered to tell me after all this time? "He never said a word. Is that why you two don't talk anymore? Is he mad"
"It was more me, I think. Obviously I couldn't uphold any of my duties as a Ley Line Guardian in Salem. I can't even touch any of our weapons. I had to leave. It's what was best."
I reached for his hand, but unsure what parts of his body were in pain, I pulled it back. "How did it happen?"
He stared up at the ceiling, a long lost look on his face. "We were out on a beat, I dropped the ball, and a werewolf got the better of me." He shrugged. "It happens."
"It...happens...? That's everything then? A wolf shifter bit you, you shifted, you had to leave, and bam, you're gone. Okay. Good. Now I know."
I rolled my eyes and started to turn. He reached out and grabbed my hand, stopping me from leaving. His voice was low when he spoke. "I was ashamed. It was almost Damen that got bit. I dropped the ball and the
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