She didn’t wait for my reply, moving directly toward Macgrath. “Darling, you’re making dinner. It smells fantastic.”
Rhiannon stopped next to him and rose on her toes to kiss his cheek. Even from across the kitchen, I could see his body tense beneath her touch and feel his repulsion.
“Rhiannon,” he greeted her as he sidestepped her hand.
A swell of emotions filled the room, but they weren’t Macgrath’s. Anger, pain, and desperation took over the space. I stared at Rhiannon in shock at the amount of chaos that surrounded her. I immediately understood that she wasn’t hiding her abilities right now. Her pale skin glowed with an inner light and her dark eyes shimmered with power. I was also surprised at the loneliness that filled every part of her soul. Rhiannon might have been a powerful witch, but she was also an innately damaged woman. Sympathy filled me for her emotions weren’t so different from mine.
The tempest inside her suddenly quieted as though she slammed a door between us.
Then she smiled and I began to rethink my assessment of her because the smile was malicious and calculating.
“I think it’s time we made a phone call, don’t you?”
She reached into her bag and removed her cell phone. After pressing a few buttons, she put it to her ear.
“Hello, Ava. I believe we have a few things to discuss.” I could hear the sound of Ava’s voice from across the room and Rhiannon’s smile widened. “Now, now, is that any way to talk to someone who’s hosting your friend?” She paused briefly. “I didn’t think so. I believe you know that I want theanimavore. I’m going to give you some coordinates in a few moments and you will bring him to me at ten tonight. If you’re late or you pull any kind of shit, Macgrath will rip the little empath’s throat out. Is that understood?”
Without waiting for a response, Rhiannon disconnected the call and leveled her eyes on me. “The same goes for you, Savannah. If you try any sort of stunt, I’ll peel the skin from the witch’s bones and make you watch.”
Rhiannon Temple might be a writhing pit of despair and emptiness, but she was still evil. She wasn’t deserving of my compassion.
