Chapter 300

Kane grabs me by the hand and pulls me out of the kitchen into the living room. “Who is this?” he asks.

“Jonathan Hastings,” a tinny voice replies from the other side. “I, ah, received your message.”

“Did you?” my mate asks, his voice calm and even but I can hear his heart going like a jackhammer. “And?”

The human ignores Kane’s question. “What kind of magic did you use on poor Bernhard? The unfortunate soul just will not die.”

“That’s not our doing. One of your witches cast the spell that’s keeping him alive.”

“And how do we break the spell?”

“Ask your witches.”

“Don’t you think I’ve already done that?” Jonathan asks, clearly impatient. “They don’t know.”

Deciding to take matters in my own hands, I indicate to Kane to give me the phone. I don’t know why, as per usual I’m just going on instinct. “Hang on,” he barks into the receiver and gives me the phone.

“Lord Hastings,” I say. “My name is Willow Madden, I’m--”

“The high priestess, I know.”

At least he didn’t call me the d