Chapter Five
Scrubbed clean and dressed in a brand-new sweatshirt and leggings from the stash Gabriel left, Jaci snapped into explorer mode, rummaging through the cupboards and shelves and taking inventory.
Food, clothing, basic household stuff—all present and accounted for.
But she found no overt magical supplies. None of her grimoires, herbal blends, or crystals. No Tarot cards, no potions, no ritual blades. Even the knives and scissors had been removed from the drawers, and she couldn’t find any candles either.
Smart thinking on Gabriel’s part, de-witchifying the place. But like most bloodsuckers, he lacked imagination and severely underestimated his opponent.
God, she loved when they did that.
Witch versus vampire? It’s on, dickhead.
Absent her anointed black candles and summoni
