Moira flashed a grin. “Nothing so obvious. I want them to wonder if someone sabotaged them and then bam, they’re glittering in the sun like a Cullen.”
The sight of Thorvin glittering every time he lied brought a smile to my face. “Clever and unexpected. How long will it take to wear off?”
“If he hired a witch worth her salt, he could break the spell immediately.”
“He’s rich, so I assume that will happen soon.”
“He still has to write a big fat check to repair his foundation.”
“Care to share what happened?”
Moira untangled her long legs and took a sip of her tea. “Ethan has staff. Butler, kitchen and dinner staff, people who run the stables, everything.”
I stared at her, a terrible feeling unfurling in my stomach. “Is everyone okay?”
Moira gasped. “Evie! I don’t hurt innocent people.”
I pressed my hand against my stomach. “I know that, but there was a terrible moment where I wondered.”
She clicked her tongue. “I know you’re worried about me, but my personality has not changed. I am still the same Moira I ever was. And, yes, everyone is fine. I simply made everyone tell the truth for a period of forty-eight hours.”
My hand crept up to cover my mouth. I wanted to laugh, but that felt like encouraging her. “How’s it going?”
“I waited inside a closet for Ethan to return home last night. One of the maids told him she was sick of him throwing his jackets everywhere and that he was completely insufferable.”
A terrible thought occurred to me. “What if he fires them?”
Moira let out a throaty chuckle. “Rowan has already agreed to take them on.”
“But they’ll have to move territories. Moira! What if they have families?”
“Ethan is smart enough to realize they’re under a spell. He’ll figure it out.”
“And if they say something that angers him? Ethan isn’t like the other Lords. He’s vindictive.”
Moira waved my concerns away. “They’re all shifters in his Pack. He doesn’t hire humans.”
I pushed my chair away and stared. “That’s better, I guess.” Ethan wouldn’t put out Pack.
No Lord or true Alpha would, but this still felt meaner than usual. And not toward Ethan, but toward his people.
“Oh, come on. These are his people. And Ethan isn’t the same Lord to his people as he is to the public.”
“Is he better?” For some reason, that would surprise me. He was totally insufferable any time I spoke to him.
She nodded. “Surprisingly. And built like an Olympic swimmer.”
“Moira! Did you hide in his bedroom closet?”
She looked away, a wicked smile playing over her lips.
“Oh my gods.” I cackled.
“He seems like a hard nut to crack, but I think what you see from him is not what you get if you had a different relationship with him.”
“But you still sabotaged his crew.”
Moira shrugged. “He’s a shithead to you. Of course I did.”
