My brother makes a rumbling noise in his throat. Do not let them fool you into thinking I committed some felony.
So what happened then?she asks, clearly invested in the tale.
We were staying in an apartment, Frost tells her. I forgot to bring home the food Malix asked for. He locked me out. So I broke in on the fire escape.
Kian laughs. Except he broke into the wrong damn apartment.
A cop’s apartment, I point out. I glance at Amora, grin widening. He was tasered.
Amora, Kian, and I laugh, and Frost lets out another long-suffering sigh.
This feels nice—this relaxed camaraderie. It’s light, comfortable, and even Kian seems to be enjoying it. Amora fits in well with us, as if she’s always been meant to join up with our strange little pack.
How could we have thought it would be possible to fight this? Nobody can fight fate. Not even a few shifters with a witch’s spell.
But that’s the thing, isn’t it?I think to myself as Kian brings up another embarrassing story about me. I watch Amora laugh and do that adorable roll one more time. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for the way she makes me feel.
Especially not the witch who told us we would destroy her.
Witches play fast and loose with their prophecies about our fates, and we’re here scrambling, trying to figure out what’s real and what’s not.
We have two visions to fight against. The one from Amora’s witch, who warned her we would bring about the end of the world. And the one from ours, who warned us that we would be the end of Amora.
Can we truly fight that?