Chapter 389: Fractured
Owen fucking Sherman, the current leader of the witch society residing in Juneau ever since his father stepped down. This town is shared by five supernatural families... The Devereaux, Juneau’s, Adam, Sherman’s and the Hathaway’s. But with The Juneau’s now gone extinct it was down to 4 families.
Every one of them knows better than to mind their own damn business and especially not to cross my path, they know better. But it seems like I must have done the trespassing myself, no doubt that this was his property but I don’t give a fuck.
"An audience?" I replied to his earlier question.
Yeah, I remember that and I also remember declining that request, I don’t give two shits about what they want I have other better things to do.
He was on the verge of speaking but his eyes landed on her behind me and by instinct, I stepped in front of her.
I gave him a stone-cold look and he knew better than to ask questions.
Getting the memo he said "Yes, much to discuss"
"How about we do that in a proper meeting?"
"Let’s hope you’re not too busy when that time comes, I feel like you’re ignoring me, Devereaux"
I wanted to speak but I felt her cold hand on my back, shaking. When she gripped my shirt hard like a hold for something, the action caused me to give her a side-eye.
She was pale, frozen in time and space as she stared ahead like she had seen something fresh out of a nightmare.