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I need this male to be cooperative and stupid for a while longer, because if Daithi’s magic is still alive, then the threat of him is still out there.
The threat to Fallon is still out there.
And that’s something I can’t tolerate.
“Are you taking me in for tea?” he teases as I shove him into a chair. “I hope not, because I spotted some poisonous blooms in that garden of yours.”
I give him a raised brow. Most people would be more interested in the dead body in my garden, but he has a good eye if he picked up on the contents in the dying light of Lapland’s forest.
He drums his fingers on the chair’s arm, then continues as if to fill the silence. “While the Middlemist Reds you have are the first I’ve ever seen, those are the only non-fatal blooms you seem to grow. The form of nightshade you have on hand could potentially be mistaken as a raspberry, which may be the point.” His dark eyes sparkle with mischief. He might not remember who he is, the events from the past few days, or why he’s so attracted to me, but he doesn’t seem to care. Instead, he’s charming me and he knows it. “I wouldn’t want you to give me the wrong one.”
Hmm, a mercenary who knows his flora. Intriguing.
He knows his poisons,I correct myself.
Meaning I definitely shouldn’t be attracted to his knowledge of ways to kill someone.
Or flowers. Especially his knowledge of flowers.
He simply grins at me from his chair and I realize I’ve been staring at him.
Unable to respond verbally, I point my finger at him and mouth the wordstay.
He throws up his hands and gives me a disarming, toothy grin, one that suggests he’s either indeed a vampire or a shifter with sharp teeth.
Either way, I don’t have much time before he remembers why he’s here. If he’s as powerful as he seems to be, he’ll retrieve his memories within the hour.
The very real possibility that this mercenary is here to kill me brings the chill back to my skin.
Or worse,useme.
Is an ally to the patriarchs still alive?I wonder. I killed them all, freeing my sister and myself in the process.
Daithi was one of them.
And his magic was somehow on this male.
Are you here to kill me?
Even though I direct my thoughts at him, he doesn’t seem to hear them.
It’s a suspicion I should immediately share with Fallon, but I made it a point this far not to burden her.
If I ran to her with all my problems, what kind of life could I ever hope to build for myself?
Luckily, my mental wall is still in place and she can’t hear the stray thought. If she had, she would have made good on her threat to have her angel mate, Nolan, portal over and save the day.
Which means making things worse, because no one understands dark magic better than I do. And tackling it with brute force only works when one knows an appropriate counterspell.
In this case, I have no idea what kind of spell, or combination of spells, is at work. Any attempt to kill this male could blow up in my face.
Including using my necromancy, especially since he has Daithi’s magic on him.
Completely unaware—or at least unconcerned—of my plotting, the male’s gaze dips, clearly taking in my figure while I debate what to do with him.
Even if he can’t remember that we’re fate-bonded or that he’s likely here to kill me, he’s surely feeling the magic that makes him want to do other things to me.
The fate bond won’t be complete until we consummate it, and I know the desire is only going to grow more powerful until we reject each other.
