Of course, that thought came right when a notification from SpellBook hit her phone. “Silva the Queen Dilda (Get It!)” had posted a photo with her caption.
Zoey couldn’t help but cackle. No matter what, she loved her damn friends.
Then, ‘cause karma is a bitch, the front door slammed open and Isadora screamed bloody murder as shit started flying around the room.
This was not Zoey’s day. Not at all.
Maybe she was really was Mia Farrow.
“Zoey!”
“She’s not here right now, but if you leave a message after the beep with your name and phone number, she’ll get back to you. Beep.”
“My mate had better get herself in front of me right now before I come and find her. Days without orgasms would seem like heaven compared to what I’ll do if she doesn’t.”
Zoey’s legs shook. She might not have been too against Dominic’s “punishments,” if she was honest with herself. He always made it unbelievably worth it in bed.
“Maybe she’d be persuaded if you shortened it to one hour without orgasms and then ten days of constant ones?”
“That’s not even possible, Zoey.”
“This is Zoey’s answering service.”
Dominic pounded up the stairs, and Zoey ducked and screamed when a rock slammed into the wall to her left.
“Zoey?”
“Um, we may have a situation.”
Dominic came into the room, and only his shifter senses saved him from being scalped by another rock.
He ducked. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“Surprise? We have demons.”
“That isn’t even funny.”
“Says the man who allows his daughter to be called Rosemary’s baby!”
“She freaking levitated out of her crib, Zoey. Levitated!”
“And now she’s playing dodgeball with stuff.”
Dominic blinked and finally looking at Isadora. She twirled her hands again to send toys and her stones flying around the room.
“Is she doing this?”
“Yep. I’d pick her up, but I’m afraid of how she’ll react.”
Dominic sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Stay where you’re safe. I’ll get her.”
She nodded, completely fine with that idea. Dominic stalked toward his daughter, and Zoey felt the familiar pressure of his Alpha call rolling out. Another wilder and hotter call met his.
Zoey gasped. “Is that her?”
“Yes. Just be happy you aren’t a subordinate wolf right now.”
Dominic, though, didn’t look any worse for wear and lifted his daughter out of the crib. The moment he tucked her against his chest and began to growl in his low and soft way, she slowly quieted.
