Bad Blood in Witchwood by Jessica Lancaster

Author:Jessica Lancaster [Lancaster, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-06T16:00:00+00:00

THIRTEEN

Ford Damaris, I thought he’d left us as well. I thought they’d both left, but instead, they decided to congregate inside my kitchen while Cassandra was going through a tough time. It wasn’t an ideal situation to have them in the same room again.

“Good idea,” Ford said, his chuckle petering off. “Go through with your plan and you’ll both end up dead.”

“What?” I asked. “If we have everything set up correctly, then we’ll be ready.”

“But going inside the hive of the beast?” he grumbled.

“You’re no help,” Phil said, a smirk on his face. “Not like you can be any help.”

Phil and Ford walked in circles around each other. Small circles, given the size of my kitchen and dining area, and the broken dishes. They were in a stare-off, waiting for one of them to make a move. Perhaps this was the brotherly playtime they hadn’t had when they were younger.

I took Cassandra’s hands into mine from across the table. “I think it might be our only way in,” I said, even though I was already having disagreements. There had to be another way but pushing myself into it was something I always did, and that wasn’t going to stop in my retirement.

“I think so too,” she mumbled back, pulling a hand away to caress her head. “We need to get inside that place and find out what they’re doing.”

“Destroy it from the inside,” I said.

Ford stopped in front of the table. “I’m trying to help you both,” he said. “I can’t change the course of the future, because that’s always changing anyway.”

“Then how will you help us?” Phil asked.

“Yes, how?” I chimed in.

Cassandra glared at him, her question was implied.

“Fine,” he said. “I can’t tell you what to do, but I can tell you one thing, and that’s—”

Whoomph.

He was gone.

“Great,” Phil said, clapping his hands. “Just great. Next time, don’t bother showing up.”

On the ground, where Ford had been was a small spot of blood. “Is he dead?”

Silence.

Nobody wanted to think about it. Nobody wanted to know. Ford was gone.

Phil broke the silence with a sigh. “Well, he’s a reaper. Not like he can be any more dead,” he laughed. “Anyway, ladies, let’s brainstorm ideas. Going in undercover, destroying the place from the inside.” He snapped his fingers and winked. “I like it.”

“All I know is that we need to know where that door leads to,” Cassandra said. “And I think the best way to do that is to go inside.” She stood and nodded to Phil. “We can’t have him going inside. He’s basically chipped, they’ll know he’s property of the council.”

“Unless we take the monitor off him,” I said.

“Whoa, ladies.” He backed himself up against the glass of the back door. “I don’t really want to die at the hand of my ankle monitor.”

“Is that what they told you?” I asked.

Nodding his head viscously, he continued to press his back against the door. “More or less.”

My eyes rolled—the Witches Council were all about the scare tactics, that was a great motivator.

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