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They flew to Bangkok from Cairo, and then to Berlin, London, and finally, Dublin. They doubted Amut would come after them – they went to him, they left him, and who went looking for their evil, immortal enemy's tools? – but if he did, hopefully it might throw him off. At any rate, they had likely just made another enemy.
"Yay," said Jane dryly. "Another person that wants to kill us."
Alec growled.
Not if he got there first.
The Irish coven wasn't exactly friendly when they found them. Of course, they hadn't expected anything like their always too good to be true meeting with Amut.
"We haven't done anything," hissed their leader, the woman with black hair. "What do you want?"
"We want to join you," said Alec.
"No," said the man.
"No," said the woman.
"They're telling the truth," said the little girl with curly hair. Physically she was older than them, and it burned deep that she got to have parents and they had nothing.
The woman growled. "That might be, but I'll have nothing to do with them."
Jane inclined her head. "We respect your decision."
"Would you like to join us for dinner?" asked the girl.
They fed happily on a meal of homeless couple and burned the corpses before bidding the Irish coven goodbye.
"Where now?" Jane asked as they stood and gazed out over the roaring sea.
"Wales."