CHAPTERSEVEN
Orion didn’t know what he’d said to amuse Macy, but his little mate didn’t look pleased. By the Waters of Nu, Kaia was lovelier every time he saw her. He felt a stirring between his legs, lusting after the beauty. He hadn’t felt such an attraction in decades.
His sleep had revived him, allowing his bloode to replenish the magic that had been missing during his stay at the White Sea Witch’s abode. That bitch had stolen his will with a spell. He also recalled a few stolen kisses he hadn’t much minded, and an attempt to drink his bloode he’d quashed by nearly taking her head off.
But she’d blown some dust in his face, which had confused him, allowing her to stab him with an athame. That stupid dagger had smelled of cinnamon and ash—brimstone. Having not long ago battled a demon in an alternate pocket of one of the hells, he knew the scent well. Unfortunately, the spell had stolen his rage, made him quiescent, and messed with his memories.
Until Kaia rescued him. Kaia, his mate, a gift from the fates he didn’t believe in for having done something worthy.
“Tell him not to move,” Macy said. The pretty redhead looked typically aggressive, dressed in dark clothes and powered up with bloode from her mate, the revenant. Though a human, she’d surprised them all by fitting into their clan, always wanting to kill something that offended her mate or her kin.
That still didn’t mean he considered her his equal.
Orion quirked a brow.
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t move.”
He deliberately took a step in her direction. “Or what?”
“Orion, please don’t move,” Kaia said.
He froze, but he didn’t mind, because his mate had asked. Macy didn’t look pleased. Was she jealous that a new, prettier female would soon be living with them? Fara hadn’t minded when Macy had moved in, but the fae weren’t as vain as humans. She’d been welcoming. Would Macy mind that Kaia was like a shining star that made everything brighter and better?
“Orion, come here, would you?” Macy asked.
He didn’t move.
Macy nodded to Kaia, who groaned and said, “Orion, could you join Macy for a minute?”
“Sure.” He walked to the Bloode Witch. “What do you want, female?”
Macy looked him over. “What happened to your clothes?”
“I brought him new ones.” Kaia hurried to a bag he’d missed on the floor. But when she brought it closer, he recoiled.
“It smells like dog.”
“It’s lycan.” Kaia frowned at him. “Borrowed from a friend.”
“Lycans aren’t friends,” he said with a sneer but hurried to smile at his dark-haired beauty. “But if he’s your friend, he must be a step above his pack.”
“We need to get out of here, and you need clothes.” Macy glared at him. “I don’t care if the clothes belong to a wet poodle. Put them on. My sister’s doing you a favor.”
“Your sister?” Orion looked from Macy to Kaia. “No. She’s gorgeous. You’re—”
“Hey, be nice,” Kaia growled.
He loved her aggression. So small and soft, yet she had claws. “I was going to say she’s beautiful the way an asp is beautiful, sleek and deadly. But you’re like a rainbow and spring, a fountain of life from which only the worthy may drink.”
Macy gaped.
“What?”
“You never talk like this.”
“How?”
“Poetic. Nice. Complimentary. In complete sentences. Take your pick.”
