“Start talking, or I’ll break every bone in your body,” Sly demands angrily.
“We found you via scrying. But wherever you’re currently staying seems to be blocked from us. We searched for the last place you had been, and it brought us here. I've been coming here every day for a week at different times, hoping you’d turn up again.”
Thank goodness the town protection works.
“Why do you want to see Sly?” Justice asks.
“You should know why, Rhett,” Swayne spits out. “Your family is looking for you.”
Justice laughs. “First off, my name is Justice and has been for years. Secondly, my biologicals are old news. Most of them are dead, and those that aren’t have practically no magic left.”
Swayne looks shocked. “So, the rumours about the Bannisters are true, then. That’s too bad for them,” he says, looking back at Sly. “Father wants to know why you’re ignoring his emails. I’m to find you and bring you to a family meeting.”
“I’ve been ignoring his and everyone else’s emails for over five years. Why should now be any different?”
“Because it is,” Swayne snaps out.
“Why does your lockup look like something exploded in there?” Kean asks, walking over to it and having a closer look.
“Because Swine blew it up,” I tell him.
“It’s Swayne,” he shouts at me.
“I’d stick with Swine,” Temp adds.
Swayne scowls. “Why are you mixing with grey and light witches? And since when are there grey witches?”
“There have been grey witches for years, and my husband is a light witch,” Sly points out.
“But you’re an evil, dark true witch. They should hate you.”
Ernest moves to stand next to Sly and turns to look at Sly in pretend shock. “You’re an evil, dark witch? Oh no, I’m suddenly really scared of you. Help, someone.”
“We’ll get right on that,” Tie says, grinning at Sly. “Begone, evil one.” He paused for a moment. “Well, that didn’t work.”
“Maybe if we bibbidi bobbidi boo him,” Nix suggests.
“Bibbidi bobbidi Boo,” I say, grinning at Sly.
“Bad luck, sweetheart,” Sly replies with his own grin, before turning back to look at his brother, the smile falling off his face. “This is for blowing up our stuff.”
Sly flicks his fingers at his brother, who bends over, screaming in agony.
I squeeze Sly’s hand. “That’s enough now.”
Sly clicks his fingers and stops whatever he’s doing to his brother. “Get in your car and leave. If I ever see you again, you’ll come off a lot worse than this.”
Justice gets rid of the bubble, and we watch a still, bent over Swayne, stumble to his car and drive away.
CHAPTER 36
“Are you three alright?” Adhan asks, looking at me, Sly, and Justice.
“Yeah, he killed some of our stuff, though,” I say, waving at the lockup.
“Let’s see if any of it can be saved,” Ernest says, walking over to have a look.
I look at Sly. “You okay, love?”
