A Witch's Fury by Kim Schubert Page B

waiting for me, even if she was
driving. “When did Mercer make that switch?”
    “Soon after he lost his job,” she answered
sadly. “Terrible shame about that.”
    I nodded, unsure who should be ashamed. “Have
you talked to Hash about it?”
    “I have. He can’t overlook the conflict of
interest.”
    “Ugh, like Franks is a model officer. What
ever happened with the case?”
    “We won. They settled out of court once they
saw the pictures of the untreated wounds on your back.”
    “Good, that makes me feel slightly better
about not killing him. I’d absolutely still do it if I happened
upon him in a dark alley. ”
    Grams laughed, “Or a well-lit alley.”
    “I’m not particular.”
    …
    An hour later we pulled up to The Eagle, an
elite and highly restrictive club I had only heard mentions of
before.
    I grudgingly had to admit it was elegant and
awe-inspiring.
    The valet took my keys and I watched them
wistfully as my trunk full of weapons was carted away.
    “Come, let’s see Darren and Kass,” Grams
said, pulling me behind her gracefully. I straightened my
shoulders, pretending I wasn’t the grieving, miserable,
ex-girlfriend, but the confident Executioner.
    Kass took one look at me and pulled me into
an embrace. “How ya doing?” she asked kindly, her dark eyes
sincere.
    “Fucking wonderful.”
    She grimaced. “So, we found out the sex.”
    “Really?” I perked up at that news, eyeing
her hand resting lovingly on her stomach.
    “It’s a boy.”
    “Aww! Congrats!”
    Kass beamed, “Thanks, he’s totally healthy,
nothing to worry about.”
    I smiled, squeezing her hand. “That’s
wonderful news.”
    Mercer stopped by, dropping a kiss on Grams’s
cheek as he checked in. He looked better in this environment. The
suit and the technology peeking out his ear were both of a far
higher quality. I daresay he even looked more relaxed, but that
could have just been all the sex he was having with Grams.
    Jerry and Mark found us next, looking better
together, though their body language still hinted at trouble. Mark,
also dressed for security, gave Jerry a pointed look that
reaffirmed my suspicions before moving away. Although neither
Mercer nor Mark moved far from our little group, I suppose I wasn’t
the only one not really thrilled about the no weapons policy.
    Logan and Lorraine found us next, hooray.
    Lorraine, as per usual, was drunk. How did
the bitch find the alcohol so fast? If I didn’t find her annoying
and idiotic I’d be tagging along for the drinks. As it was,
however, I wanted to throttle her.
    Logan looked at me over her head, which was
leaning unsteadily against him.
    “How are you?” he asked, sincerely, which for
the record freaked me out.
    I shrugged, not trusting my voice, my misty
eyes looking away from his quickly.
    “Let’s get you a drink,” Kass suggested,
pulling me gently behind her.
    I nodded, grateful for the escape.
    Blowing out a trapped breath, I gave the
bartender a closed lip smile as I plunked down with a thump at the
bar.
    “Wine?” the bartender asked.
    I nodded. He poured a glass quickly, not
bothering to ask what kind. Good, I wasn’t particular.
    “Sorry Kass, I know you can’t drink right
now.”
    She shrugged, toying with the napkin under
her ginger ale. “Not a big deal, Olie.”
    Right, the big deal was that I was here.
    A throat cleared behind me. Turning, I looked
into intelligent green eyes I hadn’t seen in quite some time.
“Morgan,” I acknowledged, nodding at his blond date as well.
    “Olivia, it’s been too long. Any succubus you
need us to drain?” His meaning was not lost on me.
    I grunted a reply, turning back to my drink.
Asking that Master, Vampire, asshole for help with a first blood
rage incubus was clearly not one of my better moments of judgment.
Like Tate, he controlled a large House in St Ann. I had reached out
for assistance when an incubus had accidentally drawn first blood
at Kitten.
    He left his date and slid next to