Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
I stick my fingers into my shirt to feel around and am relieved the package is still there inside my bra.
“Would taking another one turn it off?”
Jase growls and I startle.
“There are two more in there.” I say, leaving them where they are. “But I…” I let that hang.
He’s shaking his head, seething with anger. “And you didn’t think to stuff ‘em back into my pocket? So maybe I could take one to turn this fuckin’ thing off?”
I blink a couple of times. “I didn’t.”
“Obviously fucking not. Also obviously never bothered to kick all the toxic flowers away before you fed it to me.”
My mouth opens and closes a couple times as I’m processing how pissed off he is at me. Like all of this is entirely my fault.
“I… I had no time to think. They were coming and I didn’t want to get trapped in a bubble with you by being too close, if that’s what would’ve happened. I don’t know. I just–”
“Are you telling me you didn’t think to ask what the fuck it would and wouldn’t do before you dosed me while I was unconscious?”
“How would I do that?”
“I don’t know Bay…” he says with a sneer, “maybe by asking the Starling witch who made these fuckin’ things and happens to be staying in the building attached to the place you spend forty or fifty hours a week?”
I gulp down a sharp swallow. “Nobody knew I took them. I found them on the floor when things went crazy in the town hall and put them in my pocket. I kind of forgot. Until I heard you might be in danger and then I figured I could bring them to you.”
“And you didn’t ask for advice on how to use them?”
I bite my lip.
He growls with frustration, glaring at me in a way that makes it feel like my chest is caving in.
Wait. Wait just a flippin’ minute! I’m done! So, so done.
“I’m sick and tired of you looking at me like that, Jason Creed,” I snap. “And the way you’re snapping at me right now? I was trying to help you!”
His head jerks in surprise before he laughs in a very not nice way. “How does stuffing one into me and basically disabling me help me, Bailey?”
I growl out my own frustration. “I was going to go try and get help. Or sneak up and tackle her and get the necklace on her neck. I kept the bag with me because of the necklace in it and as soon as I got outside her goons caught me.”
“What necklace?”
“The other necklace Mimi Young made to disable the SCC witches the night they tried to siphon Erica’s magic.”
He’s frowning now, so I explain. “I snuck it from Greyson’s and rushed here to help you because I overheard Erica on the phone with Vivi and it was obvious you were in danger and they didn’t seem like they were gonna rush over here to help you, so I rushed to help you.”
“You rushed to help me?” he asks, eyebrows up.
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
He scoffs. “Let me get this straight. You snuck into Grey’s, meaning he didn’t know. Also meaning you told nobody what you were doing? None of our council, not your father, nobody?”
I don’t answer, because all this is obviously rhetorical.
“Then you got on a plane to bring me a potion and a necklace on the other side of the Atlantic… without telling a soul?”
I gulp.
He lets out an annoyed-sounding short, low growl. “Fuck, Bay. When I get us outta this fuckin’ mess, you’re getting your bare ass spanked.”
I jerk back. What? What? And that’s the second time he’s called me Bay. He doesn’t call me that. If he called me that, it’d make me think he was calling me it in a way that meant bae which I’d have loved, and I know for a fact he’s not ever done that!
“You obviously don’t know that necklace is useless,” he goes on.
I’m blinking as my brain is still trying to comprehend what he just said to me. But he’s spitting more facts out angrily.
“That necklace is useless unless it’s a Young witch that puts it on the Starling witch. I can’t use it; you can’t use it. Has to be Grey or one of his cousins. Or Mimi who initiated him into the coven ahead of that night so he could put those necklaces on the SCC witches. So, you wasted your time coming here because now we’re fucked. I’m locked in an invisible cage, can’t do anything for who knows how long. Can’t even protect my fuckin’ mate from them.”
Through tears, I shakily ask, “Wh-what do you mean, protect your mate?”
He’s still staring at the staircase and shouts, “Fuck! You’re not stupid, Bailey. I do not understand where your head was at with this shit!”