Page 94 of Blood that Burns
I feel Law stiffen next to me. He doesn’t take another step, but he doesn’t turn around to face him either.
Marcellus blows out a heavy breath. “I’m bound by Lucresse.” I spin around, eyes wide at the mention of Reese. “She’s my informant.”
“If you’re bound, how are you telling us this?” Law asks.
Marc runs his hand through his long, dark hair. “I don’t know.”
Law swears under his breath.
Had she orchestrated all of the events to put Marina’s life in danger? She was the one who had the supposed vision. She was the one who said Marina had to be there. What were her motives? More importantly, did we trust the wrong witch?
On the way back from the dungeon, we stopped off in the kitchen and Law grabbed a few quick snacks from the refrigerator. We’re going to train for a couple hours, because if we’re heading into New Orleans, where angels and demons are running around, I need to be able to defend myself.
“Where were you before the meeting?”
“Making a call to Shante,” he says, looking my way.
My brow lifts. “How did that go? Is she willing to speak to Julian against her coven’s wishes?”
“She’s intrigued. I couldn’t say much since we were talking over the telephone on an unsecured line. I told her just enough to pique her interest.” He folds his hands on top of the table and leans forward. “And she agreed to come. She’ll be here tomorrow.”
“Thank God. Hopefully we’ll have some answers about what’s happening in New Orleans.”
Sitting back in his chair, he folds his arms over his chest, looking far too hot for his own good. “Don’t get your hopes up, sunshine. Like I said, with witches sometimes there are more questions than answers.”
I frown just thinking about the all the questions left hanging out there. I’m not sure I can take much more. Between the legends surrounding Marina and me, Molly possibly being alive, Reese’s motives, and now these issues with angels and demons, my mind is on overload. We need answers and we need action.
I follow Law into a part of the estate I’ve never been to and through a door leading to a home gym. A wall of mirrors sits directly across from us, and the entire floor is one giant red mat.
This is going to get intense.
I don’t miss the smirk spreading across Law’s face through the mirrors.
Ass. I’ll show him.
My arms cross, lifting my shirt up and over my head, so that I’m only wearing a black sports bra and high-waisted black yoga pants.
Law swallows and I have to force myself not to grin.
“Let’s see what ya got, sunshine.”
We square up, both crouching into fighting stances. Marc instructed me not to wait for the other person to make the first move. He said I had the upper hand as my opponent would likely see me as more of a defensive fighter. I swipe out my leg, trying to take out his feet. I miss.
He grins, and the need to wipe it off his face is intense.
I take advantage of his arrogance and strike again, hitting his shin hard enough that he bends forward. Without hesitation, I ram my knee into his back, and he falls to his knees with a grunt.
I rush to his side, bending down to ensure he’s okay. “Law, are you—”
Wrong move.
He springs forward, grabbing my hips and flipping me on my back.
“You almost had me, sunshine.”
I lean up until our lips are just barely touching. “Story of my life.” A fierce need courses through me. I’ve wanted to be underneath him for so damn long.
“Maggie,” he warns, standing quickly.