Colt didn’t waste any time asking Maddox any stupid fucking questions. “I’m maybe ten minutes away from that street. Five if I let my wolf out.”
“Go fur,” ordered Maddox.
“Already yanking off my jeans. I’ll keep my phone in my pocket, carry the jeans in my jaw. When I get there, I’ll call you back, let you know what I find. Shoot me a text if you need to.”
“I’m getting in the truck as we speak. I’ll be skin for now, but I’ll let you know if that changes. Find her, Colt. Please.”
“I’m on it. We’ll get her back, Mad.”
“I’m fucking counting on it.”
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“Wake up. Oh, come on, no one stays out that long after a simple transportation spell. Either you’re faking it, or you’re a weaker version of me than I thought. Goddess knows you’re an Ant so I didn’t hold much hope for a worthy opponent. But this is ridiculous.”
Evangeline tried to ignore the menacing voice snapping at her. She was still feeling a bit shaky as she lay sprawled out on her side on a hard floor. Her head wasn’t hurting, which was a damn miracle, and she kept her features expressionless as she pretended to sleep.
The clear, familiar voice filtered into her ears from somewhere above her. She thought about risking a peek, making sure it belonged to the witch she thought it did, then decided not to. The longer she could pass for being out, the more time she bought.
Too bad the witch didn’t agree.
A heavy sigh, followed by the clack-clack-clacking of high heels across the floor.
“Maybe I should kick you and see—”
Evangeline couldn’t help herself. Her eyes popped open.
The voice turned smarmy. “That’s what I thought.”
Now that the jig was up, Evangeline pulled herself into a sitting position. The witch stood in her living room—
Wait.
This was her living room. In her apartment.
She looked around. Everything was exactly as she left it the fateful morning she headed over to Mugs for a drink. The only difference? The witch looming just in front of her coffee table, and the large circle of diamonds that was spread out on the floor.
She couldn’t even count how many of the precious jewels—all different shapes and sizes—were piled upon each other. At least three inches thick, it made a circle around eight feet wide, taking up most of her living roo
m. Evangeline had been dropped right in the middle of the circle.
As if she needed another clue apart from the purple eyes and the transportation spell that this Priscilla was a witch, now she found herself surrounded by diamonds.
That, uh, didn’t bode well at all.
Because she almost didn’t want to know, she didn’t ask. Instead, she said, “Who… who are you?”
It was another stall tactic. Knowing that she had to rely on Maddox to find and rescue her now, Evangeline was trying to buy time. She didn’t know this Priscilla—at least, that’s the name Maddox has called her—not really, but she was intimately familiar with the witch who haunted her dreams.
There had to be a reason why the witch had finally chosen to step out of the shadows and into the light. Considering her comments to Maddox, it didn’t take a super genius to figure it out.
She’d been warned. Even Evangeline had to admit that. The witch had warned her.
It wasn’t supposed to happen, though. There was no denying that she was Maddox’s mate—or that he was hers. So what was wrong with this witch?
She was flat-out delusional.
Simple as that.