Zephyra avoided looking at everyone as they all followed Camilla out of the room. When everyone had left, Dylan, the badass, marched towards her much as the witch had. “What notes?” he demanded, his expression twisted with anger. “Do you know something about the person who did this?” The Texan and another shifter she didn’t know held him back.

Zephyra’s dad came back into the house and as he joined them in the kitchen, she flipped over the paper. Catching Dylan’s eye she shook her head at him. Zephyra didn’t want her dad to see it. That would be way more awkward than she was willing to deal with, and also, she didn’t want him or Mom involved. The risk the creep might hurt them too was too great. Her father may have been super powerful, but he wasn’t superman, and witches weren’t immortal.

A steel-gray blanket covered the sky. The damp, chilly breeze blew past Zephyra and promised rain, and maybe even sleet. All in all, the afternoon was a fitting depiction of a dreary fall day. With a shiver, she zipped up her jacket as she waited for Brady in the back parking lot of the butcher’s shop. He’d called her that morning. One of the guys from the list, Glenn, agreed to meet with him at Angie’s, so Zephyra told Dylan they would meet up later after work.

With Dylan back in his dog persona, we drove to Angies. Zephyra sat in a corner reading a book as she waited. The staff had been nice enough to let her bring in Dylan. She may have made it rain so that her plea garnered more sympathy. Between that and the promise that Zephyra would cover Ellie’s open shifts for a week if he caused trouble, they gave her a grumbling “okay.”Zephyra sipped her coffee and slipp

While I waited for Dylan, who was almost five minutes late now, I leaned on my jeep, listening to Brady’s apologetic voicemail that he’d left me this morning. I scowled, cutting off the message before Brady finished speaking. I got the point. He was sorry, but I wasn’t quite ready to forgive or talk to him quite yet. I pushed off the car and looked around as if expecting Dylan to magically appear. Where was he? Dylan had never been late like this before.