Hunting in Bruges by Stevens E.J

Author:Stevens, E.J. [Stevens, E.J.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Sacred Oaks Press
Published: 2014-11-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

“A good Hunter knows exactly what resources she has at hand.”

-Jenna Lehane, Hunter

Ash paced nervously up and down the sidewalk in front of the guildhall.

“You okay?” he asked as I came down the stone steps.

I hurried over to where he waited, eager to get on with the hunt.

“I’m fine,” I said. “No sign of Chadwick. I just got off the phone with Celeste and she should be right down. I told her to meet us out here.”

The door opened and Celeste sashayed across the street to meet us. Even in her hunting gear, she looked sexy as hell. Her long, silky, black hair was tied up into a topknot that accentuated her almond shaped eyes, and the leather body armor she wore over a black body suit fit her like a second skin, showing off her curves to perfection.

I avoided looking at Ash, not wanting to see where his attention was. I didn’t feel like peeling his chin up off the pavement. I couldn’t imagine any man not watching the show Celeste was putting on. Trouble was, I was pretty sure it was the witch’s default setting. As far as I could see, Celeste had made an art out of being sexy.

I grit my teeth and did a mental inventory of my weapons. I didn’t really care if Ash ogled Celeste, but if she became a distraction during battle, we could all end up dead. That was not how this was going to play out.

“Sorry I’m late,” Celeste said, coming to a stop just inside my comfort zone. The woman had no respect for personal space. “I couldn’t find my grimoire.”

“Maybe if you stopped smoking Mandragora, you wouldn’t have that problem,” Ash muttered.

Celeste was standing close enough that I’d have been able to smell the drug on her breath, but there was no sickly sweet scent of Mandragora. Even so, her pupils were abnormally large.

“So, did you complete your rituals?” I asked.

If her pupils were dilated from holding too much magic, I wouldn’t have to start knocking heads together. Not that keeping Celeste in line should be my job. I wasn’t her doctor, her friend, or her boss. When Master Peeters returns from Brussels he was getting an earful. What kind of Master allows their Hunters to become addicts?

“Oh yes,” she said, arching her back as she stretched. “Hecate has been most generous.”

“And your spell components?” I asked. “You brought everything you need for raiding a vamp nest?”

Celeste tugged on her ear, poking her tongue in her cheek.

“I think so?” she asked with a shrug.

I frowned, narrowing my eyes at her and trying to keep my hands off my blades. A good Hunter is always ready for a fight. A good Hunter knows exactly what resources she has at hand. A good Hunter does not guess and shrug the question off when going into battle.

“Check,” I said my voice hard. “After my talk with Darryl, I can assure you that you want every damn spell in your arsenal.”

Celeste sighed and rolled her eyes, but started checking her pockets.

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