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I could seek sanctuary with one of the witch covens, I suppose, but I have nothing to offer them in return. I have no magic, no money, not even a green thumb for helping grow herbs and flowers for spells. I would likely end up someone’s maid, which would not only be a waste of six years of college education, but insanely stressful.
From everything I’ve heard about witch households, the drama and infighting between the generations living under one roof is epic and staff members tend to get caught in the crossfire. I have no urge to live the rest of my life with a sweet potato growing out of my nose because I didn’t hit the ground fast enough when my employer starting slinging spells.
A number of witch enchantments can’t be reversed. It’s one of the reasons most other supernatural creatures give them a wide berth.
Another is that witches are exceptionally jealous lovers. They’ll cut your dick off first and apologize for not realizing the pretty woman they saw you talking to in the park was your cousin later.
After it’s far too late for you and your dick to be reunited…
I always thought that was horrible, and that I would be incapable of that kind of violence, no matter how hurt I might someday be by a romantic betrayal.
But I confess that the more I think about Maxim fucking other women after our marriage, the more cutting his dick off—or locking him away in a deep, dark dungeon where he won’t be able to fuck anything but his own hand—sounds sort of appealing.
It’s crazy, of course. Maxim never promised to love me and is being bullied into this marriage. He doesn’t owe me fidelity or anything else except basic human decency and the respect I intend to earn with my behavior.
But still…
I know if I let him into my bed, I won’t want to share him.
And as much as I’d like to deny it, I really, really want him in my bed. When I woke up and found him standing over me, all broody and cross, my first thought wasn’t—Ew, Maxim, I can’t stand him. How dare he barge in here while I’m sleeping?
It was—Get those clothes off and get under these covers with me, you sexy beast, because I can’t wait to taste every cranky inch of you.
And that’s what I’m thinking about—tasting Maxim—when he stalks through Diana’s front door without knocking.
I stop my pacing and turn to him with huff, propping my hands on my hips.
I’m about to ask him if he has some sort of genetic defect that prevents him from knocking or exercising other common courtesies, when I get a better look at his face and my heart dives into my stomach.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Was there another attack?”
He shakes his head. “No. I…” He exhales, dragging a clawed hand through his hair. “The tiger’s name is Christopher. He’s going to help us. He’s on our side now.”
My brows shoot up. “What? Really? And you…trust him? To be an ally? Just like that?”
“No, not just like that. I took steps to verify he was telling the truth.” He crosses to the island, setting a tablet I didn’t notice he held on the smooth black marble. “And he gave me access to more evidence. It’s something you should see. Now.”
I nod slowly. “Okay. Evidence of what?”
Maxim’s jaw muscle clenches into a knot as he swipes the tablet to life and punches in a code. “You’ll see. Just…watch. It’s one of their recruiting videos. It should give you an idea what we’re up against.”
I slide in beside him, staring down at the screen as he presses play on a video.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it sure as hell isn’t my sister, gorgeous in a pale blue robe, standing beside a man Maxim tells me is his brother, Bane. They’re standing in front of one of the fattest, oldest trees I’ve ever seen, while Bane speaks in a deep, soothing voice about the evil that has burrowed deep into his brother’s mind, causing him to poison their father and Kelley, in an attempt to make my sister barren.
My jaw drops, but before I can speak, Maxim points to the screen again, “Just watch.”
“But we are not helpless nor hopeless in the face of this evil,” Bane says. “With your passion and support, we will walk into the new age as brothers and sisters of good faith, bathed in the warmth of light and love. We can banish darkness and stop my brother’s shadow court. We can and we will!”
Kelley lifts a small sword into the air and shouts, “For the light!” while an unseen audience breaks into cheers so loud the tablet’s speakers can’t handle the noise. They crackle and hum as the camera pans to reveal an ancient forest absolutely packed with people.
No, not people…warriors.
The men and women aren’t wearing uniforms, but they’re all dressed for battle, in a mixture of traditional leather armor and more modern tactical gear. There are even a few glowing, fairy-enchanted protective tunics in the mix, which means Bane and Kelley must have convinced some of the Fey to join their cause. Only fairies are allowed to wear that armor.
Which means…
“Shit,” I mutter as the screen fades to black.
