I forced it from my mind as Irene’s cottage came into view. Shifting back, I cautiously opened the door. It wasn’t unlocked. Slowly, I stepped inside.
Jenson was crumpled against the wall in the kitchen in human form. Heart in my throat, I raced to his side and checked his pulse. Steady. Blood trickled down the side of his head.
“He’d be dead if his beloved witch wasn’t so strong,” Irene said from behind me. I turned slowly and couldn’t help but smile.
Irons were clamped around her wrist. It kept Irene’s body from doing any magic.
“You’ve been in her body for at least ten minutes. Probably longer. Your time is running out.”
“That is true, and since I did not take a dagger and stab Troy’s second to death while he was unconscious, I hope you’ll listen.”
I didn’t move from Jenson’s side
