“Jenson will go with you and help assess,” Troy said. “He’ll report back to me, and I’ll get involved if I can. Offer sanctuary.”
Kiana nodded. “I’ll be going as well.”
“The hell you are,” I growled. “You’re pregnant.”
“So is Nyx,” she countered, but smiled. “I won’t be there to fight. Janelle and Irene will come with us, and we’re going to use the witch’s den as our home base. I can get you through the surrounding area without triggering a spell trap. I would like to point out that I am perfectly capable of fighting, but I promised Troy to only be the guide.”
Nyx stiffened. “Janelle and Irene are going? Does that mean they think there will be something at the coven that can help me?”
“She’s just not ready to give up yet, and neither am I.”
I knew what those words meant, and so did N
