Catatonic (Tales of a Witch's Familiar Book 2) by Alba Lockwood

Author:Alba Lockwood [Lockwood, Alba]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Forget-me-not press
Published: 2023-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

After asking at reception, we were led to a meeting room with a long table five people sat around.

"Ah. Charlie, I presume. Thank you for coming." A willowy, pale lady said as she stood to greet us. She offered her hand. "Marianne Liscovy, Supernatural Council, vampire."

"Vampire?" I asked, shaking her hand. She wasn't what I was expecting a vampire to look like.

It’s broad daylight. Aren’t they supposed to burst into flames if sunlight touches them?

"Akari," Zaide growled from behind me.

Isn’t that what Clawdia said Baelen is? He’s part vampire? It explains the drinking blood comment.

She inclined her head in acknowledgment but explained, "That was the name of our ancestors, but here in the human realm, we are vampires."

"I'm Charlie. This is my familiar, Clawdia, her soul pair and titan, Zaide, and this is Alcor, one of the demons who had his fire stolen by the witches." I pointed us all out.

There was an awkward silence as they absorbed my words.

"Firstly, let me introduce my colleagues. This is Samuel Butcher. He is the shifter representative of the council." She gestured to the man who looked the most casual in jeans and a t-shirt with a big grin on his face.

He stood with an animalistic grace that didn't surprise me, considering what he was. But I was surprised that shifters existed since neither Daithi nor Savida had mentioned a world of shifters. All I knew of so far were the faei world, the demon world, the titan world, and the Akari world.

"Nice to meet y'all," he said with an American drawl that was straight out of the deep south and reached over the table to shake our hands.

Marianne waved her hand at the next bloke. "This is Joseph Northrop, the faei representative. You spoke on the phone."

The gentleman in the shirt and waistcoat sitting next to Samuel smiled and nodded. “Thank you for coming. We appreciate your cooperation.”

“Glad to put a face to a name, Joe. Speaking of cooperation, how did you know to contact me, and how did you get Simon’s phone?”

“We have some council agents talking to all the witches in their rooms and taking their statements. Simon gave the agent his phone and told us to talk to you.” He held something out in his hand to me, saying, “He also gave us these.”

Car keys.

The ones that were taken from my pocket while I was imprisoned.

Fucker.

“Well, thanks.” I waved them before tucking them into my pocket. “Saves me from hot-wiring the car on the way home, I suppose.”

Marianne continued, gesturing to a large black man with black rumpled hair at the head of the table, who simply stared at us emotionlessly. "This is Alex Paterson, the demon representative."

Finally, she pointed at the only person I recognized in the room, the one I had tried not to look at in case I lost my cool and punched her straight in her ugly mug. "And I'm sure you are familiar with Deborah Delany, the witch representative."

Debs didn't look at us either. She had her head bowed.

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