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Kandace adds a small envelope to the pile, and the three witches hurry off.
“Blood Bloodline. I’m Novalee, and my second is Cassandra. My third is M’liss.”
My head is spinning. So many names and faces. I’m never going to remember them all. “It’s nice to meet you all,” I say as Cassandra adds Blood’s gift to the rest.
But if I’m counting correctly, that was the twelfth bloodline.
“And I’m Belle.” The witch with rich brown hair and flawless skin smiles at me, and that perfectly lovely smile makes my blood absolutely boil.
She introduces her second and third in the bloodline, unaware of how much I’d like to rip her face off. “This is Jenna, and my second is Shamelle. We’re the Sex Magic Bloodline.”
Sex Magic.
Fucking figures.
Belle’s gaze flicks to Rook, and claws burst out of my fingertips. I take them from my lap and rest my partially shifted hands on either side of the dinner plate in front of me.
Belle catches the movement, and it doesn’t take long for her lovely gaze to find my lovely paws.
Her lips part the slightest bit, and she sucks in the smallest gasp.
“I’m glad to finally meet you, Belle,” I say with a smile that does little to hide the acerbic twist in my words.
Belle meets my eyes once again. Her hard stare doesn’t waver, doesn’t falter in the least, as she summons a spark of magic into her cold eyes, turning her flat brown gaze to crystalline amber.
I curl my lip at her, showing the pointed, elongated canine that grazes my bottom lip. “You know what happens when you try to stare down a wolf, witch?” The question is completely flat, devoid of the rage burbling just under my skin.
Shamelle, Belle’s second, picks up on the vibes and makes a big show of placing a rectangular box right on top of all the rest. “Right, well, I think you’ll enjoy our offering,” she says, tone on edge as she tries to corral Belle away from the staring match.
A staring match she started and I’m just itching to finish.
“Alpha?” Belle’s voice drips with saccharin femininity.
Rafe, who’d been happy to let me take the lead with the witches, leans forward.
“Alpha, I’d suggest putting your bitch in her place. You know, where I come from, we put down aggressive, overly hostile dogs,” Belle says so softly only the very closest of us could hear it.
And heads off with the others.
I’m vibrating in my seat with the need to cause that woman an equal amount of pain to what she so carelessly delivered to Rook by showing her face here and flaunting her position.
I stare at her back as she finds her seat, hopeful she feels it. Hopeful she knows she’s only one misstep from being a dead witch.
Rafe takes my furry hand and peers into my eyes.
What did she do?
I shake my head.It’s not my story to tell, but if she gets anywhere near Rook, I’m relieving her of the burden of her existence.
Rafe gives me a single knowing nod. As if the alpha in him understands the alpha urge in me to destroy anyone who hurts my mates.
I’ll take it.
Are you OK?He eyes my still clawed and furry hands, and I will them back to regular Willa hands.
I’m OK.
But I’m not the one who matters right now. Instinctively, I reach out to Rook with the part of me that houses my other mate bonds. But I find nothing but emptiness and my own sinking heart. I touch the tender bite mark on my neck, and it's sore and hot. Not with magic. If magic bloomed there, I’d know it. Feel it.
