Nineteen
GRAY
“You’re late. Again.” Trinity glared at the doorway as the final attendee scampered in—another fae, dressed the same as the first guy, but with a lot more bling pinned to his shirt. Medals, no doubt, for all the witches he’d killed.
“Orendiel,” Haley said. “The fae fucker in charge here. He and Phillip took over in the cave prisons when Jonathan went AWOL.”
“The same fae fucker who killed Emilio at the warehouse raid.” My fangs protruded, the magic inside me stirring. It was only the warmth of my sisters’ hands that kept me still.
“Apologies, mistress.” Orendiel offered a small bow before taking the chair to Phillip’s left. “I was detained in the warehouse district. There was a small—”
Trinity cut him off with a single raised eyebrow. “Perhaps, Orendiel, you are under t
