A witch and a vampire stood on the front porch. The witch had long curly brown hair that was currently spilling out from beneath a knit cap and she was tucked beneath the arm of the vampire next to her. He looked familiar, but I didn’t think I’d met him before. He was handsome enough that I would have remembered him.
As soon as they saw us, they both froze, neither of them blinking or even breathing.
“Dear Goddess,” the witch whispered when she finally did draw in air.
Before I could ask her what the problem was, I heard Rhys approaching and moved to the side so he could see the couple on the porch.
The witch’s eyes shot over my shoulder as she looked at Rhys.
“Kerry?” he asked, clearly shocked. “Finn? What are you doing here?”
The witch, who I assumed was Kerry, stepped forward. “We’re here because of Rhiannon. We can help you.”
“Maybe you should come inside,” Macgrath suggested, his voice low and laced with an underlying threat.
The familiar vampire scowled at him. “Do not speak to my mate in such a way.”
Though he was still tense, Macgrath bowed his head forward. “Apologies, but Rhiannon attacked us today. It seems very…” he paused, the silence ripe with suspicion. “Convenient that you’re suddenly here now.”
The witch rolled her eyes. “I had a vision, okay. Now, let me in because Finn wasn’t joking about me making a mess on the porch.” Without another word, she pushed past Macgrath. “Bathroom?” she asked Rhys.
He gave her directions to the half bath.
“Thanks,” she sighed, hurrying out of sight.
I felt the vampire’s presence as he moved closer to enter the house as well. While Macgrath just stared at him, I sighed and got out of the way, shutting the door behind him.
“Thank you,” he said, his words slightly stiff but polite.
“You’re welcome,” I replied as I looked up at him with a small smile on my face.
When our eyes met, I realized why he looked familiar.
His eyes were the exact shape and color as my own.
