Bad Attitude (WereWitch Book 1) by Renée Jaggér

Author:Renée Jaggér [Jaggér, Renée]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lmbpn Publishing
Published: 2020-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

All the way to the outskirts of Portland, the couple in the black Tundra talked almost as comfortably as if they really were boyfriend and girlfriend.

Bailey laughed, trying to keep her eyes on the road. “What I can’t figure out,” she mused, “is how the hell we weren’t able to smell them before the car shot out into the road. Goddamn, is there magic that can hide the scent of two gallons of perfume?”

Roland pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, chuckling gently. “I’ll have to look into that. There are ways to manipulate such things, but, well, even magic can only do so much.”

“Hah!” Bailey laughed. “So that’s why they want your seed—to acquire your great and amazing power.”

“You might be on to something there,” he admitted.

They settled into a slightly more serious mood then.

“Anyhow,” said Bailey, “I hope the sheriff was able to stall them, and that they’re on the way to Bend by now. If we’re lucky, they’ll get lost somewhere in Nevada and be abducted by aliens.”

“We can hope,” Roland commented. “Although they would give a pretty bad impression of our species.”

Bailey grimaced. “If I might ask, what are their names? I don’t want to run into them again; I just feel like I should know who the hell they are.”

“I can tell you that much,” the wizard replied. “Just don’t ask me for all the details of their backstories. I do not feel like going into it.”

“Deal,” said the girl.

Roland cleared his throat and closed his eyes for a second, waving his hand around the periphery of the truck. For a split second, Bailey felt something, then it was gone.

Her companion began to speak. “Just wanted to cloak us a bit. Sometimes people can hear their names when someone else says them aloud. Without further ado, the leader, the skinny one with the dyed burgundy hair, is named Shannon DiGrezza. She’s the same age as I am—that would be twenty-eight, by the way—and has known me for the longest, but please don’t ask me about that.”

Bailey nodded. “Okay.”

“The tall brunette with the little purse is Aida Nassirian. She’s from a Persian-Armenian family from California, but they seem to have slid right in with the witch community in Seattle. I think she’s a year or two younger.”

“I see,” Bailey commented.

“And,” he finished, “the short blonde is Caldoria—or Callie—McCluskey, whom the other two collected recently, since she’s only, uh, twenty-two or twenty-three, I think. I believe she’s from Olympia and came to Seattle for the big city lights and so on. Nice to know she’s not getting many of those in Greenhearth.”

Bailey snickered again. “Small and boring towns have their advantages. Well, anyway, these witches—Shannon, Aida, and Callie—won’t get the jump on us again. And if somehow they do, I’ll just beat the crap out of them straight away before they can start talking out their asses and turn us into frogs or whatever.”

Roland gave a spread-handed shrug. “That might work, simply because I doubt they’d expect it.

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