I jump from one rooftop to the next, needing to get to Alice as fast as possible. How did Willow find her? Jimmy and I were certain that nobody could figure out where she was, even after looking at her picture. We were sure that magic was involved somehow. Were we wrong? What changed? And if Willow knows, what about the white witches?
As I run, I try to ignore the sharp pain in my shoulder that keeps getting worse. It’s not my pain; it’s Alice’s. She is in agony, and our mate bond is fading. I don’t know what that means, and I’m not going to wait around to find out. As soon as I reach the top of Alice’s building, I shift back.
“Hold onto me,” I instruct the white-faced healer. She clings to my back, and grabbing the ledge, I swing down. The first window looks into Alice’s office, and the
