Chapter 37

“Fucking hell,” muttered Ingrid as she moved away from the werewolf. They had been here less than five minutes and this op was already a disaster. Dana seemed to be the only one not made sick by the movement of the ship. Well, and Jenny. The doll was tucked safely inside a small pack that Dana wore on her back. The blonde had dressed in a black special ops suit that clung to her like a second skin, and looked like she had stepped straight out of a spy movie or an X-rated flick.

Ingrid was wearing a dark suit that had protective magical properties, but it definitely didn’t look nearly as cool. Tasia was in dark leggings and a tank top in case she had to transform. Aurora, for whatever reason, had put a black dress on Jenny before they all left.

Ingrid shivered at the thought of Jenny. At least the doll was being quiet.

As if on cue, Ingrid heard a giggle inside of her head, followed by singing.

The itsy, bitsy captain, he tried to sail his ship