“He got tied up,” Embry answered.
Beatrix looked at me. “How much time did you spend with him?” “Almost an hour.”
“Did you get close to him?” she asked, and my cheeks blushed. “That’s answer enough for me.
Come here.”
“You’re going to tell me all about that when we’re done here.” Embry snickered as I moved
toward the witch.
I most certainly was not.
Beatrix took my blood again. This time, I knew the blade was coming and looked away while she did her thing. She healed me again without asking, and I thanked her even though she’d caused the injury.
“How long until you know something?” Embry asked as I stepped back.
Beatrix didn’t answer. She dipped the blood-soaked dagger into one of the pots, then swirled it around. Purple smoke filtered into the air, moving in slow circles. She the
