“I’ll send word to the witch.” Lust shook his head. “I don’t like it.” I understood why. The way the dragons behaved tonight made it hard not to wonder if witches were involved. Their behavior was so erratic, so unnatural, it reeked of witchcraft. “Have any other ideas?” I asked. Envy glanced at Wrath, his brows arched high. The general of war sighed. “I’ll ask my wife.” I nodded in assent. Emilia’s mortal family had been witches, so she knew spells and could work them better than any other magic wielder I’d met. Without delay, Wrath magicked himself back to his circle.
