“This is not going to end well,” Troy said darkly as he turned around.
“Where are you going?”
“Call Irene. We need to find Cam and fast.”
It took a few seconds before Irene answered. Her voice was husky from sleep. “Kiana?”
“Hi, I’m sorry. I know it’s early. Is anyone with you right now?”
“What? No, Jenson stepped out a few minutes ago.”
I paused. “Jenson stepped out? Like…from your bed?”
“What? Oh, no. Um…Kiana. Sorry, still sleepy. What was the question?”
I would table the Jenson conversation for another day. “Are there any witches with you? Like, Cam perhaps? Or Lunessa?”
“No, I’m alone. What’s going on?”
“There’s a witch glamouring themselves as me, and they took Cam.”
Instantly, Irene was awake. “I still have some of her blood. I can use it to track her. Meet me at the cott
