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her.
    It turned away, slithering out, “Suit yourself.”
    “Still so untrusting,” chastised Stricker. “And here I thought we were making progress.”
    Eva glared at him. “Would you trust you?”
    Stricker cast his eerie grin in reply and instead of answering, said, “As we expected, the Hunter wants off the Isle, and he’s willing to give up Jack Howard to do that.”
    “So he is alive, inside that thing?”
    “Yes.”
    Eva shuddered at the thought of being held captive by that creature. At least it’s not me… “Can we trust that the Hunter will release Jack?”
    “The Hunter fulfills its bargains, as do we,” buzzed Stricker. “Do you think we’d have stayed in business this long, if we did not?” He was growing tired of her distrust and doubt.
    “Fine,” she replied tersely. She wanted this business done. As soon as she knew the Feyk would do away with the vampire, she’d tell them where the power source was located and get off this hell hole of an island.
    She gasped when another Feyk popped in out of nowhere. Their constant popping in and out was making her jumpy.
    “Stricker,” it called out, tossing a head bow in his leader’s direction.
    “Speak.”
    “The bookstore witch. Followed her. She went to work, and home.”
    “Any report on the others?” asked Stricker.
    “Not yet. We were forced to leave the Howard property.”
    “Forced how?”
    “Gargoyles, Sir. Not awake, yet… but they will be soon. Night approaches.”
    “Interesting. Yes, they would give away our presence. This complicates things a bit.”
    “You’ve been watching the Howards?” questioned Eva.
    “Yes. Following their movements. Learning their plans. Gaining some leverage.”
    “Leverage,” repeated Eva. She crossed her arms. “The Howards are good … when I say good , I mean that they cannot skip out on the chance to save someone in trouble. If you want leverage... there it is.”
    “What can you tell me about the bookstore witch?” asked Stricker.
    “I don’t know who you’re...” it dawned on her. “You mean Emily. She’s Michael Howard’s girlfriend. But she’s not a witch .”
    The manner in which she spoke piqued Stricker’s interest.
    “This is another one of those helpful things I read about in the diary,” said Eva. A dark desire welled up inside her. Perhaps she was being too hard on the Feyk. Perhaps with her father now gone, a new partnership was in order. Perhaps she could carry out his plans. Same ending, different path to get there.  
    Stricker waited to hear her proposal.
    Eva’s lips turned into a cruel grin. “I’m feeling like it’s time for a little payback. Shake things up a little. Show the Howard Witches that we mean business.”
    “We?” gloated Stricker.
    “Is that a problem now?”
    “I like we ,” he reveled. “Come now my dear, and tell me all your naughty plans.”
     

CHAPTER 7
     
    Michael drove the Deane’s truck into White Pines. Lucas allowed him and Lizzy to borrow it seeing as he was staying with Melinda at the mansion, and Lizzy had not learned how to drive yet. She hadn’t dared get behind the wheel yet, struggling to get used to riding in a fast moving metal machine.
    He was pleasantly surprised at how easily they got along though. She was funny. Sort of bossy funny, in a cute and yet blunt sort of way. Listening to her talk about being human again was at least entertaining. And though her emotions flew out at him, like everyone’s did, it was a nice reprieve to only have just hers, and no one else’s, bombarding him.
    He parked, and they got out, investigating the area before heading to the old tree in White Pines. All appeared quiet. Michael led them on a path into the woods. The trees were not thick, and thinned even more after a short distance. They stepped up onto a crest and peered down into the Howard’s old picnic spot. The possible entrance to the power source. The location of his mother’s bones.
    The crest continued to their