Brotherhood of Cain (Werewolf/Mafia)

Chapter Thirty-Six: Popular Girls

  Constance's smile sharpened, the exposing of many pointy teeth.

  Anger rolled though me at that condescending smile, and I welcomed it. I let it heat my skin and burn away the obtrusive hand that was Constance's power. Her touch vanished and air returned to my lungs.

  I was done entertaining Citadel's monsters.

  "Like Madonna or Cher," I added, noting her amusement shrivel and die, sliding off her face and pulling it back into its perpetual scowl. But along with the death of her amusement came the rise of her curiosity. The human did something interesting.

  "Exactly. I'd love to help you with your problem. Come by the house whenever you have time." And with that, Constance threw the ball into my court. Going to the house would give her ample opportunity for her to play with me more, but not going would make me a coward. You shouldn't be a coward in Citadel, the monsters would be more likely to bite then.

  Draven remained quiet beside me on the cold ground, watching our interaction like it was a mildly entertaining play. His finger was back in the mud and his illustrations on the ground weren't simple figures anymore, they were sharp symbols with curved lines and wavy tails. They also just happened to be in the Latin book I was studying earlier.

  "Long will you be in town for?" Draven asked Constance.

  "Are you kicking me out?" She arched manicured brows.

  "Need to?"

  "I'm not sure how long my stay will be. I've found quite a few problems with this sector of our coven," Constance said, pinning Celia with a nasty look. "But once they're cleaned up I'll be heading back to California as soon as humanly possible."  

  The problem with her statement? Constance wasn't human. And I had no doubt she'd be staying for a while.

  Draven didn't buy her bullshit either, instead flicking his eyes to the witch on the floor. "Get 'er off my land."

  Constance hummed noncommittally at his command, rage brewing just beneath the surface of her calm. "Pick up the girl, Celia. We have places to be."

  Then Constance took off towards the limo, cloak swishing around her ankles.

  "Wow, she seems great," I commented.

  Celia's usual composure gone, she crouched down and grabbed the hands of the corpse—Marlene. "Don't come over."

  "But I was just invited," I threw out.

  Like I guessed, Celia erupted, eyes flaring as she turned to me, pausing in the middle of dragging the dead witch to the limo. "Do you want to die, you stupid girl? The covens been taken over until further notice, and Constance doesn't care about your blocked memories. She's taken an interest in you. And like a child she has a tendency to break everything she gets her hands on."

  "Celia!" Constance screamed from the limo.

  Celia brushed a hand down her face, eyes watery, then after a few more tough tugs, managed to pull the corpse to the limo. The driver picked up the corpse before depositing her in the limo's trunk. They were gone in minutes.

  Tycho dropped his head on my thigh. I gave him a pat.

  "So, what else is on the agenda?" I turned to Draven. Like magic, his phone began to blare, shaking furiously in his pocket. He answered.

  "Queen of Heart's got raided. Those fuckin' detectives are bent on comin' for me and smashed the club up," Draven said after he finished the conversation, clicking off his phone.