Serpent Cursed (Lost Souls Series Book 2) by Bree Moore

Author:Bree Moore [Moore, Bree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Innate Ink Publishing
Published: 2020-08-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Tyson

Mal. It was her smell that made the woman’s name leap into Tyson’s head. She smelled of sage, an herb witches used often for their healing salves and different spells. Mal’s scent was unique, however, in that she combined it with patchouli. Woody and spicy, it made Tyson’s head spin, like it had back when he’d first met her. He leaned back, forcing a smile onto his face.

“Mal, of course. How could I forget? You were my first.” Harper’s nostrils visibly flared, and Tyson realized what it sounded like. He had to backpedal, and fast. “First one I worked on with Tom. You went through Naturalization, if I remember correctly.”

Mal laughed, tossing her head back and patting Tyson on the shoulder. “It’s all right. I know you had a crush on me. Not that you’d ever admit it, Mr. By-the-Books. Not what you expected to find of a former camp resident? It took me eight months and a bit of help, but I shook off that Reformation agent assigned to me and found me a sponsor and a job. Free as a bird, now, and couldn’t be happier. I bet you’re disappointed, though.”

Harper stiffened. Tyson wondered why her reactions were so obvious. She was normally more closed off. But the bird comment, that one made sense. If Mal had been a bird shifter rather than a witch, she wouldn’t have made it through Naturalization with her abilities intact. Harper had to be thinking about Fletcher, and that wouldn’t do anything good for this conversation.

Tyson cleared his throat. “Disappointed? No. I’ve learned a few things since then.”

“Well, of course! Or you wouldn’t have taken out those government lapdogs in charge of Silver Lake. Petrov, right?” Mal laughed. “It’s about time. I’ve been itching to find myself a rebellion and start taking out those torture camps, but my contract isn’t done here.”

One of her companions stepped closer. “Mal, you aren’t seriously saying you know these two?”

“Just my buddy Tyson here,” Mal said, wrapping an arm around Tyson’s shoulders and squeezing. “He helped make me who I am today.” Her grin was entirely feral, and made Tyson’s heart thud. She’d been a model resident back at Camp Silver Lake. A few piercings, sure, and a tendency to prank the other residents with spells and the like, but all in good fun. Everyone liked her, except Violet and James. And as the Coven Leaders of Camp Silver Lake, they hadn’t made it easy for Mal to get her Naturalization approved. Looking at her now, Tyson realized she had planned this all along. Get Naturalized and get out of the camp as soon as possible. She’d succeeded just six short months after coming to Camp Silver Lake, an almost unheard-of record. Everyone had patted Tom on the back and called it “hope for the future.”

“Why didn’t we hear about your truancy?” Tyson asked. “The system usually flags Naturalized individuals from our camp when a violation of the terms is made.”

The feral grin slid off Mal’s face, and the shadows around her eyes deepened.

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