"Where are you from?" I ask curiously.
"Up north, though I couldn't give you an exact state. There weren't states then. Why?"
"Your accent... it's different. It's almost like I'm listening to an old movie."
"Ah, well, that's because you should have asked when am I from as opposed to where. To answer that, I'll just let your imagination wander. Not all of us are too keen on giving away such intimate details."
I laugh lightly as he gives me a wink, but Kane just rolls his eyes at the flirty incubus. He pulls me toward the room where Zee is standing in the hallway, waiting on us.
"What's going on?" Kane asks.
"The human girl was here. We found her stuff, but we can't find any pictures. We did, however, find plenty of things we can use to track her. Sierra and Amy are almost here."
Kane frowns, looking down to me, and I shrug. It's not like he has to apologize for them. It's not his fault the two are such bitches to me.
"The spirit tried to hold us. We think the witch was after one or both of us this time," Kane says, sighing in exasperation. "It's strong to have such power without a body."
"How the hell did you get out of that?" Dice asks, falling over himself to come and stand in front of Kane.
Kane does well not to look at me and give it away. "We drove like hell. Where's Dray?"
"He's doing some of his dark angel mumbo-jumbo, trying to get a glimpse of this girl by using some of her personal things," Zee murmurs.
Suddenly, the two lycan girls are walking toward us. Sierra's auburn ringlets are bouncing, though I think lycans should have to bear dark hair like the rest of the dark entities.
Amy's midnight black hair is illuminated slightly by the glow of the moonlight beaming down on her. The orange in her eyes flickers as she sees me, and Kane's arm slides protectively around my waist.
Amy growls low in her throat, her upper lip twitching into a snarl, and Kane's eyes flash blue to warn her off. I'd almost like to kiss him right now just to piss her off.
Yes. I'm that frigging bitchy at this point.
I lean into him instead, which forces a wry grin to pop up on his lips, and his tame, green eyes come back to rest over the blue.
"Stop with the territorial growling out here," Dray grumbles, tossing a shirt bearing the witch's scent to Sierra. "Let's find our human witch."
Chapter 21
A Spirit's Wrath
Of course she'd be in a dilapidated old house with creaky shutters, broken windows, and a rotting porch. With the dark trees circling the forgotten hazard, it's the Hollywood layout of a spirit fest if I've ever seen one. I'm already freezing, and now we're heading into the haunted mansion; one fitting to every cliché ever dreamed up. This is so infuriating.
What a stupid, unoriginal human witch. Do the humans not have any imagination?
Kane pulls off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders when he feels the violent shivers trying to make me convulse. Then he wraps his arm around me, pulling me in close as we casually and silently make our way through the house.
"She's not here," Dice gripes. "She was here though. It looks like this is where she comes to hold a séance and speak with the spirit. It's private and secluded enough, and there are pentagrams everywhere. It's very likely she'll be back. We're going to set a trap, and hopefully it'll work."
Kane nods just as Dray walks in. "Take Alyssa home for now. We'll call you if we need you."
"I want to stay," I quickly interject, knowing it's not a good idea for me to be alone with Kane.
"Sorry, but spirits can sense a mortal's life. It won't know our immortal lives are here. It'll be easier to surprise the human witch if her unknown associate has no clue we're lying in wait."
I grumble under my breath, and Amy crosses her arms over her chest, venom seeping from her eyes as she stares holes through me. I'm sure she'd like to set her beast free on me right now, but she refrains.
"Kane, will you come back with us when all this is done?" Amy asks, her doe-eyed expression so deceitful.
It's hard to look sweet and disarming when you're a vicious predator.