“We kicked ass.” Onvyr grinned and said something in his native tongue to the feline.
The giant cat with black and white stripes and a mouthful of very sharp teeth chuffed and made some odd sounds.
“Catherine will have your cream downstairs, dear,” Hecate said.
The cat gave what sounded like a laugh before trotting away and disappeared down a stairwell that appeared then vanished in a flash.
Hecate gave Onvyr a look. “We really need to work on your aggressive tendencies, Onvyr.”
“Whoops. My bad.”
She narrowed her eyes on him then explained, “A small group of elves were in talks with a few Norse gods about coming to peace over shared territory. Then Hel showed up with some dead warriors to change the terms, which had Danu’s Children up in arms.”
Fara looked worried. “Onvyr? Are you okay?”
“I’m great. I saw Dad. He said hi.”
“Really?” She smiled.
Orion didn’t want to ruin the elf family moment, but he had a problem that needed to be addressed. “I’m really glad you’re all back in one piece.”
Rolf raised a brow and looked at the elven warrior.
Meh. So Orion could have done without Onvyr. But hey, at least the elf was killing other fae and gods and not trying to kill vampires, his crazy for once directedawayfrom the Night Bloode.
“But I want to discuss a certain sea witch having the gall to capture me, put a spell on me, steal my bloode, and possibly share information about the Bloode Stones.”
The room grew silent, all attention on him.
His anger rose at the memory, and he growled at Hecate, which had both Mormo and Onvyr getting tense. “How the hell could you not know I was trapped?”
“I knew, Orion. But you were where you needed to be, and you seem just fine now.” Hecate flicked a finger at him, and a wash of power coated him from head to toe. She nodded. “No lingering effects that I can tell.”
“Oh myfuckinggods.”
“Hey. Don’t blaspheme,” Macy said, her worship of the witch-goddess evident.
Mormo nodded. “Thank you, Macy. Well said.”
Orion swore. “The sea witch nearlysacrificedme. She took my bloode.”
Varu stirred. “Hecate, this is serious. No one has leave to steal bloode from our kind. Especially not a witch.”
“Luv, Iwillinglygive you my bloode,” Duncan said to Macy. “It’s not the same.”
Bella motioned to Onvyr. “This is a lot of vampire stuff I don’t want to know about. Let’s patch you up.”
He nodded, and the pair left.
“You’re damn right.” Orion seethed, careful not to smush the kitten snoozing in his arms despite all the noise. “I was at the White Sea Witch’s mercy for days. It took her daughter to come to my aid.” And didn’t that stick in his craw, that he’d been rescued.
Macy cringed. “Sabine Belyaev is bad news. She’s my sister’s—technically mystepsister’s—mom. Kaia’s the one who helped Orion. She also rescued a few lycans as well. We think the island acts as a trap to catch the unwary and lets Sabine sacrifice them to increase in power and for use in dark spells. I talked with my dad, and he said MEC has been looking into a lot of magir going missing in the waters south of Whidbey Island.”
“So your mission was a success,” Mormo said. “It just took a while to get you back to us.”
“I was under a spell,” Orion bit out.
Hecate looked interested. “She took your bloode, you say?”
