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He sat up and glared daggers at me. “They are somewhere safe, and that’s all you need to know about them. I don’t need your toxic pussy stealing them away from me. I mean really, why are female witches so damn important to us anyways? We can grow babies in test tubes if we need more witches. Your goddamn wombs are worthless to us now.”

And that was the last straw for Finn.

Quick as a flash, I reached out and did something I’d just told myself I wasn’t going to do. I smacked that prick right upside the back of his head.

“Ow, fuck!” He moaned as he rolled off the bed and away from me. He rubbed at the back of his head, messing his hair up a bit. “Why did you do that?”

Was he for real? He’d called my womb worthless. Yes, it was worthless as far as I was concerned, but he didn’t get to talk about it like that.

I hopped off the bed and decided it was time to stop messing around. “Look, I don’t really give a shit about you or your stupid problems. They mean nothing to me. But unfortunately for you, I need your help with something. You’re going to come with me, and you’re going to help me, or I’m going to kick your ass.”

I was pretty sure I could kick his ass, and if I couldn’t, then I could always use my magic to smother him to death with the very air he was currently breathing.

His mouth dropped open, and he gaped at me like a fish out of water. I didn’t have time for this BS either.

I spoke over my shoulder as I made my way out of the tent. “Let’s go. You’re not going to waste any more of my time with your lame tears. And you’re not welcome to use my tent whenever you feel like it. It’s mine, it holds special memories for me, and I don’t need you ruining it any further with your seedy presence and your sopping sobs.”

I wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he followed behind me without so much as a peep.

I made a mental note to ask Dash to burn the bedding in my tent and get us some new ones.

“What the fuck is this?” Finn groused from the passenger seat of my ‘Vette.

I almost stopped on the way here to buy a roll of duct tape so I could use it on his big, stupid mouth. He might have been quiet when he’d followed me out of the tent, but from the moment he’d sat his ass in my car, he hadn’t shut his mouth once.

I had even tried to drown him out with music, but he’d just turned the volume all the way down to zero.

I thought about snapping his fingers in half, and maybe I would have even tried it if I didn’t think I needed him for what I had to do.

I couldn’t ask anyone else to help me. I wasn’t sure they’d understand, but I was fairly positive the others would try to talk me out of it. Finn was just the right kind of crazy to talk him into doing things my way.

Jules probably would have been down for it, but I couldn’t risk the chance of him telling me no and then spilling his guts to the others. Jules was too busy being whipped by Quinton’s nonexistent pussy.

I didn’t take offense, though I should have been mad he wasn’t hooked on my real life one. But that was the magic of Uncle Quinton for you.

He had that effect on me too. Bless him.

“Hello,” Finn snapped as he waved his hand in my face. “It’s like you’re not listening to a single thing I’ve been saying to you. You want to practically kidnap me and then ignore me? I know you think I’m rude, but bitch, maybe you ought to be taking a look in the mirror.”

It was official, I hated Finn.

I parked my car in front of the cottage and shut her down. I turned in my seat to look at him. Really, I just tried to keep myself in my seat instead of leaping across the gear shift and attacking him.

“This is the home Dash grew up in. We’re here to see about taking care of Binx. Now get your sniveling assthe fuckout of my car right now.”

I grabbed my bag and got out. Somehow I refrained from slamming the door. I knew Rain wouldn’t like it much if I did that. You didn’t keep your baby safe all these years just to allow someone to come along and abuse it.

Finn got out without me having to drag him out, but the little rat didn’t hesitate to slam his door.

Asshole.

“What the hell is a trinx and why do I need to be here for this? Just drop me off in town. I can make my own way home, and you’ll never have to see me again.”

Boy, wasn’t that tempting.

“Binx,” I said, automatically correcting him.

I was too busy scanning my surroundings to pay any attention to Finn. Binx hadn’t been at the Alexander house. I’d looked everywhere for him. I knew Isobel had not taken him into the shop with her and Baxter.