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“Have you sent out a broadcast?” June asked, drawing all eyes to her. She resisted the urge to shrink away from the attention.
“June is from Earth.” Tristan informed them. His revelation resulted in shocked expressions all around.
The dark-haired woman, Zoey, eyed June up and down with blatant fascination. “What are you doing with an Earthling?”
As soon as Tristan gave them the abridged version of events, Zoey rushed forward to bear-hug June with all her might. Astonishment zinged through her.
“OMG,” Zoey exclaimed. “I’m from Earth too!”
So this was the other human Tristan had spoken of. “Nice to meet you.”
“Pardon, but, how are you able to understand everyone? Portia had to put a spell me so I could. Are you bespelled too?”
June’s gaze flicked to Tristan, whose eyes were slightly narrowed on her. “I-I don’t think so. Who’s Portia?”
With that, a pixie-like woman with delicate features and short obsidian hair pushed her way forward, shoving everyone aside to stand in front of June with a serious, stern look. June blinked at the sudden scrutiny and again glanced at Tristan for guidance or reassurance or something. He merely observed calmly, waiting for whatever came next.
The pixie-woman leaned forward, her face coming so close to June that she bent backward to avoid their noses touching. Then the pixie sniffed her—literally sniffed her.
“She does that,” Zoey explained. “This is Portia. She’s a Serakian Witchling.”
“Oh. Uh, hi—” June began, but was cut off by Portia placing her hands on either side of her face and molding her skin as though trying to see into her pores.
“You have my magic in you. Why do you have my magic in you? I’ve never met you. Unless it was that time I was drunk on Uli Rings, but I don’t remember another woman being in the mix.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Letting her go, Portia circled her like an attack dog, poking at her as she went while everyone just looked on.
“Hey—ow—knock it off.”
Next Portia examined her hair, her hands, her elbow, for Pete’s sake. When she pried her teeth open to peer down her throat, June finally slapped her away. “Enough! What is going on here?”
“Exactly,” Portia exclaimed. “Somehow my very-specifically-meant-for Zoey spell has leaked into you. Are you a succubus? A spell succubus? How did you do it?”
“I didn’t do anything. This is all new to me.”
With a single brow arched and an intensity that bordered on fanaticism, Portia locked gazes with her and her pupils bled out until the irises were nearly full black. June felt stuck, trapped, somehow confined within her body as a sudden dizziness swarmed her brain. The room spun, and brilliant white stars began to burst in her vision. She wanted to look away, but her body seized, becoming paralyzed like prey trapped in the gaze of a predator.
“Portia, that’s enough.” June felt the warm embrace of masculine arms tugging her close, and she closed her gritty eyes, her body once more under her own command.
Tristan continued to hold her as he glared at Portia. What had just happened. And what was with the sudden impulse to rest her cheek on Tristan’s chest?
“Well,” Portia sighed. “She’s telling the truth. But that would mean…no…my spell can’t have…I mean, it can’t have gotten away from me like that.” She tapped a finger on her chin. “I am pretty powerful, but damn, that’snext levelshit.”
“Portia,” Kyralyn implored. “Please clue the rest of us in.”
“Okay. If I’m right, and I nearly almost always am….almost…then the spell I placed on Zoey so she could read and understand most common space languages may have possibly perhaps seeped into all of humanity.”
Everyone went silent for a moment.
“Or at least a part of it…”
“How is that possible?” Kyralyn asked.
Portia threw her hands in the air. “Because I’m A-MA-ZING!” She cackled in a way that June could only call maniacal.
“Even if that’s true,” said Kyralyn, “you can’t really take credit for something you didn’t mean to do.”
