Chapter 12
Wickham’s complexion improved as he worked his way through a rare steak at the lodge diner.
I sat next to him in our booth at the diner, nibbling on my lunch, and spoke quietly.
“I was thinking we should scope out the parking lot and see if the blue sports car comes back. If they came all the way from Austen Heights, there’s no way they’d make it there in this weather, not with those sleek tires.
Maybe they just stopped by the grocery store or something.
I doubt they want to eat at the diner and blow their cover. ”
“We could. Right now, I’m more worried about keeping you alive than solving the murders.
Even if whoever is doing this is trying to set me up, who knows what they’re capable of,” Wickham kept his voice low.
“I can see why the police think our band members may be getting targeted. We’ll need to be super careful. ”
“We could try going back to check out that cabin. One advantage we have is that the killer doesn’t know that they're up against a witch and a vampire,” I whispered, then took a bite of my gluten-free turkey sandwich. “We won’t be easy targets.”
Wickham put down his fork and stared at his food. “I don’t think your identity is much of a secret. But only Bradley knows about me, and I completely trust him. So yes, we have that advantage.”
Even though he assumed Bradley was trustworthy, I wondered exactly how well Wickham knew everyone in the band.
“Except everyone is always surprised when someone they know turns out to be a killer. We think we really know people, but sometimes we don’t.” I shuddered. “One thing I’ve picked up on when reading auras is that people try to hide their authentic emotions all the time.”
“I don’t think you have to be able to see auras to know that. By the way, what color is my aura?” A flash of Wickham’s flirtatious grin emerged.
“It’s usually dark forest green and emerald, and mostly steady. Of course, it varies a little.” I realized I’d never really explained much about auras to him.
“Mostly steady.” His mouth turned up on the side. “What does mostly mean?”
“Everyone’s aura changes depending on their mood and energy levels.
And people even pick up each other’s sometimes.
One reason I liked you from the start is because you don’t change much when you’re with someone—you’re pretty true to yourself.
” I looked into his dark brown eyes, hoping he was willing to make our marriage work.
We hardly knew each other, and it seemed like a fantasy, but I was going to give it my very best.
A tray clattered to the floor of the restaurant, and the lights flickered. I stiffened and pulled myself closer to Wickham. "You don't think anyone in the band can control electricity, do you?"
Wickham wrapped his arm around me and scanned the area. "If so, they've hidden it well. What type of being can do that, anyway?"
It took me a minute to think. "Well, a dragon, obviously. But some witches can, and so can chimeras. I guess if we're talking about controlling the elements, many high-born fae would be able to as well. Darcy is a high-born fae, right?"
"He had nothing to do with the murders, but I wonder if he knows something.” Wickham’s eyes narrowed as he pulled out his phone to text Darcy. “I’m ready to get this over with.”