I See You (Oracle 2) by Meghan Ciana Doidge

Author:Meghan Ciana Doidge [Doidge, Meghan Ciana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Meghan Ciana Doidge

CHAPTER EIGHT

>Why isn’t Kandy answering her cellphone? D.

I stared for so long at the text message that had popped up on my phone that the oil coating the veggie spring roll I’d been about to eat started burning my fingers. I dropped the roll back into the takeout container, then sucked on my sizzling digits. I’d bought the spring rolls simply to prove to Blackwell that I could come and go from the car if I wished. But once I’d opened the container, I realized I was actually hungry.

At first, I’d hoped the text was from Beau, but it came from a number I didn’t recognize. Then the ‘D’ tag was a nasty shock to my adrenal gland.

D for Desmond?

Was the alpha of the West Coast North American Pack texting me? How did he get my number?

My phone pinged again. I flinched. I really needed to put it on silent. Yeah, I was twenty turning sixty-five — or at least my fried nerves were.

>Answer me.

So yeah, it was Desmond. And I had no idea how to answer him. Lie? Tell the truth? Ignore the message? But if we were all ignoring texts, wouldn’t that confirm that something was wrong? We didn’t need the pack descending on Southaven. Not yet. Not without first understanding what was going on with Beau’s family. And certainly not now that Blackwell was involved.

The red hatchback zoomed back into the parking lot, drawing my attention away from my phone. As the car stopped by the kitchen door, the driver jumped out to grab more takeout orders.

Inside the restaurant, Blackwell finally exited the bathroom, glancing back to confirm that the man behind him was keeping pace.

That didn’t read as kinky at all.

I checked the time. It was 8:46 p.m. The sorcerer had been gone for twenty-one minutes.

I applied my thumbs to my phone’s keypad and messaged Desmond back. Just about to go pick her up. I’ll tell her to check her phone.

The alpha didn’t reply.

I tucked my phone away and gobbled down one of my spring rolls as the two sorcerers exited the restaurant and crossed toward the sedan.

The U.S. Marshal was a cowboy — wiry frame, hat, boots, and all. He wore blue jeans paired with an unbuttoned suit jacket, a white dress shirt, and a skinny tie. The badge attached to his belt glinted as he paused to scan the parking lot. And I could see then that he wore a gun in a shoulder holster. I imagined him wearing one at his ankle as well.

He narrowed his eyes in my direction, then resumed following Blackwell to the car.

A cowboy sorcerer marshal. Huh.

I stepped out of the sedan as the two of them approached, yielding the front seat as I noisily crunched on my second spring roll. The rolls were pretty tasty for something I hadn’t really wanted but had bought to spite the sorcerer. As if he could lock me in the car. Sure, I hadn’t wandered back to the bank unaccompanied. But that was just from good sense, not because I was following his orders.

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