The Witch and the Wolf: Part Two Read Free Page A

unacceptable.”
    “She’s an adult , ghost,” Cross sneered. “She can be with whoever she wants to. I don’t think you’re the best judge of character anyway.” 
    “Why do the Lost Tribe want me?” Rory pressed. She was so close! Cross had been right. The vampires must be working with the Lost Tribe. They must have found a way out of the alternative dimension. That was bad for everyone. They were going to have to call a council. Shit would get real very fast if the Lost Tribe managed to cross back over.
    “I think it has something to do with getting back here. Why they would want to I have no idea.” Beatrice shuddered. “This place is awful for superior creatures. We have to hold back and not be our true selves. The witches should have sent our kind to the lost dimension. It could have been a utopia.”
    “That’s great and all , but if the Lost Tribe wants to come back it’s going to be for revenge,” Cross said grimly. “They’ll start with your kind first you know. They’re going to wipe all your brothers and sisters out of existence first. I bet all they’ve been doing is training to do it once they get over here.”
    Beatrice looked horrified. “No! They can’t do that.”
    “They can and will,” Cross said. “We should go, Rory. There’s no point in us being in Sienna anymore. We’re going to need to call in a lot more fire power than my pack and your coven.”
    “Your coven!” Beatrice said. “I’m going to tell your coven all about you and the doggie. They’re going to put an end to this little dalliance.”
    “Are you fucking batty?” Cross asked. “The Lost fucking Tribe is trying to get their hands on her for God knows what reason and that’s what you’re worried about? Get a fucking grip.”
    “She’s told us everything she knows,” Rory said. “You 're right, we can leave. There’s no point in staying up here.”
    She went to put her helmet back on.
    “Wait!” Beatrice said. “I have something you need. I’m not completely useless even if I am a ghost.”
    “Well?” Rory said. She really hated dealing with ghosts. Reading about their lack of direction was one thing but having to actually speak with one was maddening. Without crossing over, their spirits lost touch with the world and they got a little disjointed mentally. There was little Beatrice could offer them. She probably just wanted to keep her audience longer.
    “I have a spell that will kill a vampire cold,” she said slyly.
    “Bullshit. Get on the bike, Rory.” Cross revved his engine.
    “He’s right. There is no spell like that. If there were, vampires would have been long gone.”
    “Not if it was a partner spell,” Beatrice said. “And it had to be performed by a fairy and a witch.”
    Cross looked at Rory quizzically.
    “She’s right,” Rory said dazed. “That spell would be useless. If you can find a witch and fairy that get along, it would be almost impossible to find two whose magic was compatible.”
    “So then it’s worthless,” Cross said. “Let’s go.”
    He was right. But how to explain the beauty of a spell like that. It didn’t matter that she or her coven would never use it. Just having the spell was worth sticking around for a few more minutes.
    “You want the spell,” Beatrice said elated. “I knew you would.”
    “Then tell me,” Rory demanded.
    Dust and dirt flew up as Beatrice wrote on the ground. When she was finished, Rory stood back and examined her work.
    “You didn’t finish,” she said coming to the last word.
    “About that,” Beatrice said looking sheepish. “I don’t have the entire spell per say.”
    “She’s bullshitting us again,” Cross warned.
    “The rest is with a good fairy I know,” Beatrice said glaring at Cross. “You’ll have to go find her if you want the rest. Her name is Periwinkle and she lives near Sienna. You’ll be able to find her.”
    Beatrice disappeared before Cross or Rory could say anything else.

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