Better 'Ink Twice by Rachel Rawlings

Author:Rachel Rawlings [Rawlings, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: magic, metaphysical, witches, paranormal witches and wizards, paranormal romance, magic and mayhem
Publisher: Rachel Rawlings
Published: 2020-01-31T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

I leaned over the wrought iron balcony wrapped around the exterior of the second floor of the Phoenix Emporium and watched James escort Selena out of Mill Town Tattoos. Both of them seemed happy and none the wiser after drinking the Forgive and Forget. James looked up, waving goodbye before unlocking his car. He yelled a causal goodbye, followed by something about seeing me tomorrow.

Only he wouldn’t.

The footman stumbled past James’s car, blending easily into the crowd of late-night party goers assembled on the corner across from the bar. His dose of the spell was stronger. He wouldn’t remember me, why or how he ended up in town, and he’d have one hell of a headache. I almost pitied him the conversation he would have with his superiors the next morning.

My escape in the old mill town came to an abrupt end with the arrival of Lars and a footman. Colby Jackson’s days were numbered the moment James coined my new name. Hiding amongst the mundanes was a pipe dream; too beautiful to hold back the harsh nightmare of real life. Armed with a strong dose of reality, Lars managed to track me down and I was going to listen to what he had to say whether I liked it or not.

I assure you, I did not.

“How many?” Lars gave himself a pat-down before retrieving a lighter and a pack of clove cigarettes from the inner pocket of the green army surplus jacket he wore.

“How many what?” I asked before quickly changing the topic to one of him smoking again. “You haven’t smoked in years.”

“I had a moment of weakness.” After a long drag, he stubbed the cigarette out on the bottom of his boot and tossed the butt in the trash. “How many of them are there?”

Lars wouldn’t let up. He never did. Evasion tactics were pointless. Still, it didn’t hurt to try.

“Six, maybe seven?” I used my fingers to tick off the number of clients I’d charmed over the past few weeks. “No more than seven.”

“Seven? For goddess sake, Adeline.” Lars lit another cigarette, a plume of spicy white smoke hung in the air. “The magical equivalent of a flare and you wonder how the Magistrate found you.”

“It was only a matter of time before they found me. What I’d really like to know is how you found me.” I snatched the cigarette out of his hand and put it out.

“Breadcrumbs.” Lars didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. Chin jutted out and arms crossed over his puffed-out chest, he all but dared me to argue the use of a tracker spell.

“You cast a locater on me?” If I were a tea kettle, steam would have billowed out of my ears. “When? How?”

“Grim did.” Lars reached for me, tapping the alchemist symbol on my forearm. “He just taught me how to use it.”

“You never thought to mention it?” I asked through gritted teeth, fighting to reign in my temper. In all the years I had that

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