And probably some whisky-soaked cream.
“Kelsey? What the actual hell? I’m going to kill Tix.” Gray stood in the middle of the bodies, his hands fisted on his hips. “Puff, don’t you eat that witch.”
Eddie finally managed to scoop the puppy up. “I will handle the situation, Lord Sloane. Should I find a bed for Olivia?”
I moved to join Gray, Trent following me. “Nope. We need two crates. One for the hell beast and one for the puppy. You should make sure Liv’s dampens magic. And that it’s totally uncomfortable. It’s cool. You’ve got probably until morning before she wakes up. I hit her with a hell of a spell.”
“You worked magic?” Gray asked.
I shrugged and went on my toes to kiss him. “It was more like Gladys soaked up some Myrddin and spat it all back out through me. It was a lot. Weirdly, I feel better. Less murdery than usual.”
“Well, probably because you killed an entire coven,” he replied, shaking his head at all the chaos.
“She spared Liv.” Trent moved in behind me. “Apparently we have a lot to talk about over dinner. I don’t guess you need the reports Nate sent.”
“Nope. I know who did it and why.” A thought suddenly occurred to me. “We should probably destroy those paintings.”
That was when every painting in the room seemed to explode. There was a cracking sound and then gray smoke came through, followed by what seemed like a hundred little projectiles. Casey covered Liv with his body and the boys closed ranks around me.
I got ready to fight again, but when I looked the paintings were burned out, holes in the middle of all of them.
I glanced around at the fallout.
“Did they blow them up from the other side?” Trent asked. “This looks like part of a kitchen cabinet. I used to have these in my apartment at the Council building. How weird is that?”
Someone’s curtains had blown in, too.
“Yeah, that’s weird, but we’re burning them anyway. I guess they really didn’t want me to come through.” That had to be the explanation.
“I’m going to wait for Rufus to awaken.” Christopher had taken his wife’s hand. “I must explain why I have broken our highest law.”
Gray moved to him, sidestepping a couple of bodies. “You have been forced to feed the princess?”
Well, I should have known the prophet would have seen that. It meant those consequences likely weren’t over and would have far-reaching effects.
Christopher nodded.
“I will speak to Rufus,” Gray promised. “There will be no punishment. This event was always going to come to pass. He will listen to me.” He glanced back at Trent and me. “Take her out and feed her. I want her ready for tonight. She got to take all her anxiety out. I don’t have a handy coven to kill so I’ll take it out a different way. And Kelsey, I’ll need the full story.”
“Will do.”
It was a good thing I got to eat first because this was going to be a long one.