“I can do a lot of things.”
“I can see why your coven kicked you out. You don’t have normal witch skills,” Malcom said.
“That’s not helpful,” I said.
“I meant it as a sign of respect,” Malcom added. “I mean, damn, I’m glad you’re on our side.”
“Nice save, Malcom,” Sheila mumbled.
“So you spied on the king. Like seeing the future kind of stuff?” I asked, trying to return us to the new crisis.
“More like checking out his present movements,” she clarified.
“And?” Sheila asked.
“Well, he knows about both of you.” She turned her blank gaze on me, then looked over at Malcom.
“How?” I asked.
“Seems we aren’t the only ones with a seer on our side,” Spencer said. “Chris already set a bounty on both your heads.”
It seemed strange to hear the king referred to so casually. Then again, he was my uncle, and I was helping with a plot to take him down. My life had gotten very complicated recently.
“The longer we wait, the riskier the whole thing will get. He knows I’m out and he knows I’ll look for the two of you,” Spencer said.
“He’ll go to Wolf Creek,” I said. “They won’t know where I am, but could they point out your camp?” A whole new level of concern gripped me. All those feral shifters, living peacefully, were at risk.
“They could,” Alec said.
“We can’t wait on this.” I looked over at Spencer.
“Like I said, we go on his birthday. Whether you’re ready or not, we’re out of time.”
“We’ll be ready, won’t we, Malcom?” I looked over at my brother, the other piece of this upcoming suicide run.
“Sure, ready.” Malcom said. I could see the doubt in his expression.
“Well, I’ll leave you all to whatever you were doing. Malcom, Lola, we’ll need to go over our plans tomorrow before we leave. I hope like hell you figure out whatever your issue is tonight. If either of you die, it’s going to put a damper on my plans.” He walked away, then stopped in the doorway, turning back to look at us. “Star, I’m going to need your assistance when you are finished in here.”
“Sure, boss,” Star said, her tone condescending.
“I kind of hate him.” It didn’t matter if he was my mom’s true mate, or if he was my father.
“We sure we want to help him gain the crown?” Kyle asked.
“From what I heard, he can’t be any worse than the current king,” Sheila said.
“Not our problem,” I said. “We agreed to help and in return, we get what we need.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Malcom said.
“You have a better idea?” I asked.“With the guards officially looking for us, and the threat of them going after our friends, we don’t have a choice.”
“Honestly, I think our moms could have done better,” Malcom said.
“He told me my mom is his true mate,” I admitted.
Malcom whistled. “That’s big.”