Moonlight and Magic : Betwixt and Between Book 4 by Darynda Jones

Author:Darynda Jones [Jones, Darynda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Liars and Thieves Ink
Published: 2022-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I wish I was as thin as my patience.

—Fact

Mom and I sat at the table, hands tied behind our backs as the fake cops-slash-cartel lapdogs, four of them total, tore the place apart. Krista’s husband must’ve figured it out sooner than she’d hoped.

One of the men hefted the duffle bag onto the table in front of us, the loud thud stirring Brad. I was going to kill him if they didn’t. He went back to snoring while Mom sat in utter panic. I did, too, but that drama class was finally kicking in.

“It’s not here,” the guy said. “This is all I found. She must’ve stashed the rest.”

A dread like I’d never felt began to creep into my bones like ice. “Are you real cops?” I asked the woman sitting with us at the table.

She smiled at me, and the breath fled my lungs like I’d been punched. They were really cops and they were on the cartel’s payroll. There was no way we were walking out of here alive, unless it was to dig our own graves in the desert.

Sensing something amiss, Mom cast me a quick questioning glance.

I shook my head and closed my eyes to think. I was a charmling, damn it. I could shift into a bird, if nothing else, and go get help. In the meantime, they’d kill my mom and most likely Brad.

“What’s his deal?” the officer asked, gesturing toward the man snoring away in front of her. She had curly red hair pulled into a bun and bright blue eyes.

“He’s drunk.”

“Obvs.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste as my gaze traveled to the warlock sitting on the island, his back resting against a pillar on one side.

He was super busy examining his fingernails as though he hadn’t a care in the world. We were about to die, and he was giving himself a manicure.

Surely he could do something. He’d pushed the man off me at the landfill. He may be incorporeal, but he could use his powers for good. The evil bastard.

I tried to get his attention with a mean facial expression, but he didn’t bite. Then I cleared my throat. Really loudly. He didn’t flinch. I couldn’t take it any longer. I glared at him and said, “You really are evil, aren’t you?”

The officer sat up on full alert and scanned the kitchen while the warlock—the one I’d had such high hopes for—grinned. Yet he couldn’t be bothered to tear his gaze away from the task at hand.

“You could do something, you know.”

Another of the officers walked into the dining room and asked his partner, “Who’s she talking to?”

The woman got up to search the area.

“Who are you talking to?” the man asked when the woman didn’t answer him.

I sank back into the chair with a loud sigh, giving up on him. “A warlock, if you must know. But don’t worry. He’s not the least bit concerned for my safety.”

“Not the least?” Mom asked, deflating.

“Apparently not.”

He grinned while examining yet another nail.

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