everything about his rigid posture and the way he gripped the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, made it clear that he wouldn’t budge on this one.
And Sienna knew the handsome Keeper well enough to know that he was as stubborn as a cat about to have a bath.
Especially when it came to witches.
Declan shot Archer an impatient look. “Since when are you scared of Warrick?”
“I’m not afraid of Warrick, Declan. If anything, I’d love to rip his heart out.”
“And yet you choose to sit back and do nothing.”
“I can’t risk someone else getting hurt.”
“If we leave Warrick to his free reign, someone will get hurt.”
“That’s why we’ve alerted the four witches and their Keepers. They’ll be safe. Their Keepers won’t let anything happen to them. And once we find Warrick, his days are numbered, but we’ll find him without using the witches as bait.”
“Fine, then we’ll leave the witches out of it. After all, the only witch he wants is sitting in the back seat of this car.” Declan turned to face Sienna, and something about the way he looked at her had her freezing mid bite.
And it had nothing to do with his glorious blue eyes or chiselled, perfect features.
“Declan, don’t even think about it,” Archer said.
Apparently, Archer knew his brother well as the gleam in Declan’s eyes brightened and a wicked smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Sienna lowered the chocolate and licked her lips. “You want me to be the bait?”
Declan shrugged and turned back in his seat. “It might be the only way.”
“There’s no way in hell we’re using Sienna to draw him out, Declan,” Archer said through gritted teeth and slapped a hand across the back of Declan’s head. “What the hell are you thinking?”
“What? We’d be there to watch out for her.” Declan swatted Archer’s hand away and ran his fingers through his thick mane of hair.
A muscle worked in Archer’s jaw. “Seriously?”
“Your bait is listening to every word you say, so stop talking as though I’m not here,” Sienna interrupted, shifting forward in her seat. “Declan has a point, Archer.”
“A crazy point, that is.”
She should’ve known he’d never go for it. “We draw Warrick out and end this power trip of his before anyone gets hurt.”
“You could get hurt, Sienna.”
“We all could, but it’s a risk we’ll have to take in order to protect the seal of the curse.”
“We have no idea who’s working with Warrick or what powers they possess. We wouldn’t even know where to find Warrick.”
“No, but his minions do, and they seem to be hot on my trail lately. It’d be easy to send a message.”
“Saying what? Inviting him for tea?”
Sienna smiled. “I doubt a man like Warrick even drinks tea. Way too civilized for him.”
“Yeah, he probably drinks the blood of newborn babies,” Declan said, taking another bite of chocolate.
“He’s not a vampire, Declan.”
“Who knows what he does in his leisure time?”
Archer scowled at her in the rear-view mirror. “We’re not using anyone as bait to draw Warrick out.”
“Fine,” Sienna said, slumping back in her seat with a noisy sigh. “Let me know when you come up with a better plan.”
“I will,” he said in a low tone. “And it’ll be a far better plan than you offering yourself up as a sacrificial lamb.”
Sienna rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the window, relieved to see they were approaching Rapid Falls.
Home.
She’d grown up here, had friends here. Her family had lived here for generations – they were one of the founding members of the town, along with the Bennett family and several others.
And even though she’d resisted coming home with every fibre of her being, now that she was here, she wondered how she’d ever left.
A peaceful hamlet situated in an area well known for producing excellent ice wine, with rolling hills rich in all types of greenery, endless rows of vineyards, and
And Sienna knew the handsome Keeper well enough to know that he was as stubborn as a cat about to have a bath.
Especially when it came to witches.
Declan shot Archer an impatient look. “Since when are you scared of Warrick?”
“I’m not afraid of Warrick, Declan. If anything, I’d love to rip his heart out.”
“And yet you choose to sit back and do nothing.”
“I can’t risk someone else getting hurt.”
“If we leave Warrick to his free reign, someone will get hurt.”
“That’s why we’ve alerted the four witches and their Keepers. They’ll be safe. Their Keepers won’t let anything happen to them. And once we find Warrick, his days are numbered, but we’ll find him without using the witches as bait.”
“Fine, then we’ll leave the witches out of it. After all, the only witch he wants is sitting in the back seat of this car.” Declan turned to face Sienna, and something about the way he looked at her had her freezing mid bite.
And it had nothing to do with his glorious blue eyes or chiselled, perfect features.
“Declan, don’t even think about it,” Archer said.
Apparently, Archer knew his brother well as the gleam in Declan’s eyes brightened and a wicked smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Sienna lowered the chocolate and licked her lips. “You want me to be the bait?”
Declan shrugged and turned back in his seat. “It might be the only way.”
“There’s no way in hell we’re using Sienna to draw him out, Declan,” Archer said through gritted teeth and slapped a hand across the back of Declan’s head. “What the hell are you thinking?”
“What? We’d be there to watch out for her.” Declan swatted Archer’s hand away and ran his fingers through his thick mane of hair.
A muscle worked in Archer’s jaw. “Seriously?”
“Your bait is listening to every word you say, so stop talking as though I’m not here,” Sienna interrupted, shifting forward in her seat. “Declan has a point, Archer.”
“A crazy point, that is.”
She should’ve known he’d never go for it. “We draw Warrick out and end this power trip of his before anyone gets hurt.”
“You could get hurt, Sienna.”
“We all could, but it’s a risk we’ll have to take in order to protect the seal of the curse.”
“We have no idea who’s working with Warrick or what powers they possess. We wouldn’t even know where to find Warrick.”
“No, but his minions do, and they seem to be hot on my trail lately. It’d be easy to send a message.”
“Saying what? Inviting him for tea?”
Sienna smiled. “I doubt a man like Warrick even drinks tea. Way too civilized for him.”
“Yeah, he probably drinks the blood of newborn babies,” Declan said, taking another bite of chocolate.
“He’s not a vampire, Declan.”
“Who knows what he does in his leisure time?”
Archer scowled at her in the rear-view mirror. “We’re not using anyone as bait to draw Warrick out.”
“Fine,” Sienna said, slumping back in her seat with a noisy sigh. “Let me know when you come up with a better plan.”
“I will,” he said in a low tone. “And it’ll be a far better plan than you offering yourself up as a sacrificial lamb.”
Sienna rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the window, relieved to see they were approaching Rapid Falls.
Home.
She’d grown up here, had friends here. Her family had lived here for generations – they were one of the founding members of the town, along with the Bennett family and several others.
And even though she’d resisted coming home with every fibre of her being, now that she was here, she wondered how she’d ever left.
A peaceful hamlet situated in an area well known for producing excellent ice wine, with rolling hills rich in all types of greenery, endless rows of vineyards, and
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