“Please tell me this isn’t the Air Witch?” I grumbled at Zia. It would have been nice if Zia warned me last night this was whom I’d be meeting. At least, I could have prepared myself. If she wasn’t so damn beautiful—with her radiant features and super model physique—she’d matter nothing to me. But damn it, I hate when exes look better than I do. “Be nice.” Zia’s voice scolded in my mind. “She is very powerful in her element and is the best one to assist you.” Our telepathic conversations were becoming easier as the nights passed. I usually left the connection open so that we could communicate. I liked having this with her. “Oh, I’ll be nice,” I snarled back. Zia gave me a reproving look. When we met up with Zennah, Zia said, “Thank you for meeting with us, Zennah. How are you doing this fine night?” “I am well, Zia,” Zennah replied as friendly as can be, then she looked at me and went straight to bitch and beyond. “You ready to get started or what?”
