Cut to the Crone by Amanda M. Lee (A Spell’s Angels Cozy Mystery #4)
English | 2020 | Mystery, Cozy | ePUB | 2.4 MB
Scout Randall needs answers on a past she can’t remember … and when an associate introduces her to an individual who claims to have known her family way back when, she believes those answers might finally be accessible. That falls by the wayside, though, when a tanned vampire lands in her backyard in the middle of the night … and he has a magical teenager in tow.
Sami Winters is all mouth and determination … and she’s looking for her parents. Scout wants to help, but handling a teenager like Sami isn’t as easy as it looks on the surface. By the time her wayward parents catch up with her – including a mother who is rumored to be the most powerful mage in the world – Scout finds herself knee-deep in a new adventure.
It seems female shifters in the area are going missing and rogue vampires from areas unknown are on the prowl. Sami Winters is a hybrid, part-wolf and part-mage, and she’s a coveted ally in what’s being described as a coming war. Scout has no choice but to join with the newcomers to figure out what’s going on.
Vampires and werewolves working together is unheard of, right? Maybe not. If the signs are right, it seems a new enemy is brewing, and Scout is going to need help taking down an entire army of paranormal foes.
At the end of the day, she just wants to know who she is and where she came from. The answers might be closer than she ever imagined.
He had a point. I reached out with my magic, scanning the building for signs of life … or death. I came up empty. “I don’t think there’s anything in there.”
He was dubious. “Your powers aren’t infallible. It’s entirely possible that something is in there shielding itself.”
“It would only bother to shield if it knew we were coming,” I pointed out.
Evan extended his hands and shot me a “well, duh” look. “That’s pretty much what I said five minutes ago. There’s every possibility this is a trap of some sort.”
He seemed adamant, ready to turn on his heel and leave. That was unlike him. He was the sort of guy who ran headlong into danger. The fear rolling off him this time was palpable, and I made up my mind on the spot. “Stay here. Keep an eye on the building. If something is inside, I’ll send word and you can call for backup.”
He reached out and grabbed my arm before I could disappear from the safety of the tree. “Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t go in there alone. They dispatched us together.”
I remained calm, although it took effort. “You don’t want to go in there. I’ll feel guilty if I don’t at least check it out. We’re talking five minutes. You don’t have to go with me.” I wasn’t guilting him — no, really — as much as trying to get him to see logic. He knew me well enough to know I couldn’t simply walk away from this. Women were going missing from Detroit streets at an alarming rate. I couldn’t pretend the call hadn’t come in.
That didn’t mean he had to go with me. I really did feel as if the building was safe, at least for now.
“I can’t let you go in there alone, Scout. That’s our number one rule. We never abandon our partner to certain death.”
I made a face. “Certain death? What have you been watching?”
“The SyFy Channel,” he said sheepishly.
I snorted. Well, that explained that. “It’s going to be fine.” I clapped his shoulder and started moving before he could muster another argument. All I wanted was to get this job over with and call it a night. Odds were minuscule that we would be called out again if something popped up. That meant we were free and clear to do whatever we wanted once clearing the building, and what I wanted was a drink, and maybe a game of pool.