Chapter Ten
Fuming didn’t even begin to cover it.
Jaci was ready to explode.
She had nothing against Isabelle specifically—the witch had always been decent to her, if a bit distant.
But Gabriel?
How the hell could he just spring this on her?
Hellfire simmered inside, but she tamped it down, forcing a bright smile.
“Tea?” she asked Isabelle. Her voice was way too high, way too tense.
Not that she could’ve fooled an empathic witch, anyway. Isabelle would’ve sensed her feelings the moment she walked into the apartment.
“He didn’t tell you he asked me to come, did he?” Isabelle asked.
“Nope.” Jaci put the kettle on, then got out two mugs. Honey. Cream. Lemon wedges. The ritual calmed her in ways the crazy-making vampire most certainly did not. “Coward,” she muttered softly, but of co
