DEVIN
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the Crow mansion as Jason and I returned from the Warlock’s home. I stared at the ring in my hand as Jason parked the vehicle.
I could see guarding sentinels rushing to get to us from the foyer.
“Do you think this will protect Valentine from further attacks?” I asked Jason. Quentin Primrose might have been all smiles and sunshine. But I would be damned to trust the warlock.
“Of course, Quentin is not a fool,” Jason replied.
“Exactly,” I retorted. “The man is not a fool. He made sure Ginger cut off her protective spell and warned us this will be the last time his coven would be owing our pack a favor. If I was in his shoes, I would make a contingency to protect my coven. Like handing a ring that gives me access to harm
