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“Who do you think it was? Were we followed?”
Connor shook his head. “I haven’t a clue on either count. But he was probably connected to all the other events tonight.”
“I have an idea.” She put her hand on his chest. “Take me into the air right now. I want to try something.”
“Is this a witch thing?”
She nodded. “Yes. You okay with that?”
He offered a half-smile. “With you, I am.”
Iris’s heart swelled, loving that he trusted her.
Connor moved her to his left side, then lifted her onto his boot. When she had one arm wrapped around his neck, he drew her tight against his side. “Do you feel secure like this?”
She ignored her racing heart. “I’ll get used to it.”
With his right hand, he palmed his Glock once more, then rose slowly into the air. “Let me know what you want me to do.”
She put her free hand on his chest for balance, but forced herself to watch her garden recede. “Keep going,” she murmured. “Higher, until I tell you to stop.”
She said nothing more for thirty feet, then forty. But another few yards and she could feel the disturbed quality of the air. He must have felt it as well because he halted at about the same time she told him they’d gone far enough.
“You feel it too?” she whispered.
“I do.”
She closed her eyes and focused on all the sensations still floating in the air. After a few seconds, she shivered.
“What?”
“I feel him, Connor. Though he’s gone, he’s left behind a sense of himself. He’s very dark and angry and there seems to be a kind of madness in him. And he’s powerful. But there’s something more. He feels familiar to me. Someone I met, but not recently. I just can’t quite figure out who.”
A moment later, she shook her head. “It’s gone. You can take me back to the garden. Also,
there’s something critical I feel I must do before we leave.”
Connor lowered her swiftly.
Once on solid ground, she went into her workroom where earlier she had almost employed a spell to get rid of her desire for Connor. Her efforts this time, however, had nothing to do with him.
Using pestle and mortar, she quickly pulverized the resin of dragon’s blood into a powder. When she had a sufficient quantity, she moved into the house then headed straight to the front door. Bending down, she spread a thin line next to the entire threshold for security.
She did the same at the French doors that opened onto her garden. Her plants swayed and moved with her as she silently invoked an incantation of protection. Not in all her years in Five Bridges had she felt the need to shield her home.
Then she’d been called to Amado Bridge and everything had changed.
She spread a final line inside her bedroom French doors and felt the protection lock into place.
When she turned toward Connor, she saw that he watched her with a concerned frown pulling his brows together. “What did you just do? Because I felt as though your garden was ready to start a riot.”
She explained about the spell. “I’ve just never had to worry before. Connor, what’s happening here? I don’t know what I’ve done to have brought this down on my head.”
Connor drew close. “That’s what we need to find out and remember, you’re not alone here. I’m in this as much as you are.”
“Right. Well, then we need to get to Rotten Row and see what Big Nuts has to say.”
Connor was a fast flyer, which indicated his basic power level as a vampire as well as his age.
