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“I’m surprised you’re not more involved, considering the identity of the wizard Amrita is working with.”
Liam knew who it was? But of course he did; he was in with the fucking wizards. I was curious, but I knew this was just a ploy to get me to react, and I wasn’t going to fall for it. I ignored him.
The sly bastard drifted into my line of sight just next to the heavy, swinging bag. “Apparently, Nastafar the Second is back in town.”
That had me turning my head, but only for a second; not long enough for me to miss the punching bag as it shot back at me. Nastafar was dead. It was his father, Nastafar the First, who’d spelled me into subservience, but the son had been worse, and the one who came to mind when I thought of my time in bondage. He’d delighted in the misery of others. I hated that man.
Back then, it was easy for someone to live a long time without anyone noticing. Each generation of villagers simply thought he must be the son of the last rich man who’d lived there. The EA hadn’t been around in its modern form, and neither had the rule against stealing the life force of other humans and monsters. He was dead now, but if you’d asked me, I’d say he should have been dead a long time ago.
“You got to do better than that. Nastafar is dead.” I refused to look at the other demon.
Nastafar Number Two had messed with the wrong phoenix. There’d been nothing but ashes at the end of the encounter. They’d waited for weeks to see if he’d show up, but he never did. The WEC had waited a whole month to pronounce him dead.
“Not so. Somehow, he got his grandson’s death removed from human records and is now living under his identity. Tell me,” Liam continued smugly, “were you freed from the spell after his disappearance?”
I didn’t reply. He already knew the answer. All the creatures Nastafar had ensorcelled in his home had been trapped there. His son had come and tried to transfer the binding to himself but had failed. In the end, he’d sold the property, and we were finally released when the building was bulldozed to make room for a high rise. If Nastafar had been alive, surely, he would’ve returned to claim his home.
“You would have been freed immediately the moment he died,” Liam said smugly. “He’s been in hiding, waiting for a certain phoenix to expire.” That was several years ago, before the fall of The Wall.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Don’t you find it strange that he’d return to help an eternal spirit acquire the body of a gorgeous young woman with strong magic after the death of the only male descendant in his line?” Now the demon was speaking in riddles like a wizard too. Fuck him.
Abbados, Nastafar’s grandson, had expired by Grayson’s hands, pounded into smithereens for daring to use Shelby’s magic to help power a machine meant to reinstate The Wall.
“He’s looking to produce another heir,” Liam said.
This time I did miss the punching bag. He wanted to use Tansy as his womb.
“Now you’re getting it. But since you said you don’t care, I guess I’ll have to find someone else to take care of Tansy’s little problem.” He started to fade away.
“Wait. What do you mean?” Problem? Was Tansy in trouble?
“You know, to help her recharge her magical batteries.” He made lewd thrusting motions with his hips. “Considering that’s how she’s been able to progress so quickly without draining her magical well. Someone—” he waggled his brows at me “— has beenfillingit for her.”
The powerful swirls of magic that surrounded us whenever she climaxed. Her ability to work her magic all day long. My urge to go to her when she tired and kiss her, lick her, touch her, and fuck her. It was her talent all along, drawing us together.
“But you’re not interested, so I’ll have to go to her rescue myself. Maybe I’ll convince Seth to join us.”
I growled and threw a punch at the snide fuckface, but my fist met only air as hepoofedout of existence.
“But her magical well is deep,” Liam’s voice rang out from behind me. “Maybe I’ll need to call some friends to help us fill it.”
Anger controlled me, and I whirled around, lunging at the sound. I grabbed hold of nothing. He was gone. The other demon had come to rile me up, and he’d done his job.
“Fuck!”
Tansy was mine. That much I knew. Maybe it was all those times I’d demanded she tell me she was mine when we fucked. Somewhere along the way, I’d started believing it. It wasn’t just an ownership thing though. I’d had a lot of time to think about it, and I’d decided that what I felt was that pesky thing called love. I’d fallen for her.
I hoped Liam enjoyed his little teasing, because it was the last fun thing he’d ever do. I was going to find my little witch and bring her back. If Seth had touched her, he was going to be one wasted wizard. And Liam? That rat bastard was as good as dead.
Chapter 31
Tansy
Itookanotherbiteof my Chinese takeout, letting the greasy, carby goodness help me come to terms with the fact that I not only had a brother, but a mother too. A biological mother who really wanted to meet me.
Seth had been a teenager when his mother, heavily pregnant, had run off, disappearing for almost a week. When they finally found her, she’d recently given birth, but the baby was gone. My birth mother had given me away; not because she didn’t want me, but because she wanted a better life for me.
