“This had better not be a trick. If I find out you substituted—” “Claude. I have it. But Abbey isn’t back yet, so we’re gonna have to wait to do the ritual.” He laughed. “So that’s it. You’re stalling. I knew you couldn’t get the blood.” “It’s in my hand.” “Then bring it to me.” Kara sighed. “You can’t come pick it up?” “I’m not going to do your work for you. I’ll be waiting in the parking lot of the Jamul coven grounds. You have one hour.” “Crap!” Kara said into the phone at the sound of him disconnecting. She cleared the screen and dialed Tray. “Kara?” His voice was tense. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. I stopped by your place like five times. Are you okay?” No, my insides were ripped out, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same. “I’m fine.” “Where have you been? I was worried.” “Gavin and I were helping Julian get situated.” “Black-wing Julian?” “Yeah.” He was quiet, so Kara continued. “I have the blood for Abbey, and I need your help.”
