“It’s great. We’re staying there,” I said, cutting off any arguments. We were ten minutes from the central plaza. Just far enough that it wasn’t super touristy. I pulled into the parking lot and stopped, checking out the place. “It looks a little too nice. Don’t you think?”
He gave me one of his Gallic shrugs. “It looks decent to me.”
I gave him my best you’re-such-a-snob look. “Not everyone in the world has a castle to call home.”
“I do,” Donovan said.
What was with these werewolves? “Well, you’re pretty damned old, right?”
“Aye.”
“So, I guess that makes sense?”
Donovan muttered a comeback, but I ignored him. I was ready to stop moving for a little while.
“Raphael, you should get the rooms,” Dastien said. “You weren’t on the tape.”
Raphael opened the door and hopped out. “Four rooms? Or more?”
“Four should do it,” Donovan said.
After a minute, I undid my seatbelt and glanced at the backseat through the rearview mirror. “Everyone doing okay?”
“Yeah,” Meredith said.
Someone knocked on my window, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
The woman had jet black hair, and her eyes were dark as night. It wasn’t her features that freaked me out, but the way she was looking at me. Her eyes narrowed like she was filled with hate. “I know why you’re here.”
She flicked her hand and a spell crashed into the car, lifting it on two tires for a second, before it crashed back down.
“Everyone okay?” Dastien yelled.
“Yeah,” Meredith said from the backseat.
I stared at the lady. Witch. She was a fucking witch. But her magic felt different. It wasn’t oily. Or greasy. It didn’t have that tinge of evil that Luciana’s had.
“She’s not evil,” I said.
Maybe not, but she’s still attacking us. I’m getting out. You stay put.
What? No. We’re both getting out of the car.
How the hell had she found us?
I moved to open the door, but the lady waggled her finger and my window shattered. I huddled my head in my hands as glass rained down. Pin pricks of pain spread across my skin as the shards cut.
Dastien’s anger and fear for me filled the bond. Are you okay?
Yeah, I said. Just a few cuts. I’ll be okay.
“Shit. She locked us in,” Chris said as he jiggled his door handle. “Careful. I’m going to break the window.”
“Wait a second.” The witch started mouthing another spell, but I had my own. “Unlock,” I said, adding a little power from Dastien to amp up the words as I opened my door.
She hadn’t been expecting that, and was standing way too close. The door hit her, knocking her back so hard she tumbled across the pavement.
Careful! Dastien shouted. Wait for me.