I had just cut the engine and stepped from the Escalade when Breyona stepped onto the wrap around porch, her shoulder length hair damp and curling at the ends.

The long sleeve t-shirt she wore had a bunch of wet patches from where she had hurried to dress. Her cheeks were still rosy from the shower. She grinned and waved but froze midway when Asher’s voice popped into both of our heads.

‘I’m assuming the two of you are together, yes?’

‘Sure are.’ I responded seconds before Breyona’s, ‘Yep.’

His frustration felt like coarse sandpaper as it vibrated down the bond. Before either of us had the chance to ask what had happened, his next words sent us both into stunned silence.

‘Good, meet me at Town Hall. One of the witches we picked—she’s here and she wants to speak with you.’

I could taste the ire in Asher’s every word and wondered if it was the pre-school teacher slash blood witch or the middle-aged protection witch who ordered my Alpha o