“Yes.”
She waited a moment and when I didn’t elaborate, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Macgrath, I appreciate that you care about my safety and the safety of my loved ones, but none of us can take on Rhiannon alone. It would be suicide and we both know it.”
It was the first time she’d admitted she needed help in dealing with Rhiannon. Having felt her power firsthand, I didn’t doubt that she was stronger than the dark witch, but Rhiannon was evil. She had no conscience and gave no thought to who she might hurt. All that mattered to her was achieving her goal.
“Callum and my other offspring, Marcus, are on their way here,” I explained. “They’ll arrive tomorrow morning.”
She tilted her head, her gaze sharpening. “Will they be able to help us locate Rhiannon?”
I ran a hand over my hair. “Marcus has the gift of precognition.”
Ava’s brows lifted. “How strong is his gift?” she asked.
“Strong. Strong enough that, for a time, I worried it would drive him to madness.”
“I see,” she replied with a nod.
The answer was cryptic and disturbed me.
“He is in control now and has been for centuries.” I didn’t want her to fear my brothers. Though I created them and despite our estrangement for the past century, I still thought of them as brothers rather than children.
Once again she placed a hand on my arm. “I believe you, Ewan,” she stated.
She so rarely used my first name. When she did, I felt it deep in my chest, as though she’d reached inside and took my heart in her fist.
Though she wasn’t using magic against me, Ava Amaris had me under her spell and I was a willing captive.
Her hand gave my forearm a light squeeze. “I’m glad he’ll be able to help,” she stated. Then she shivered. “It’s cold out here. Let’s go inside.”
As she entered the house, the itch began between my shoulder blades once again. I looked over my shoulder, scanning the street with all my senses, even the magical ones, but there was nothing there.
Still, the itch intensified until it was nearly a burn. Somewhere out there Rhiannon was watching us and preparing to strike once again. Only this time it wouldn’t be a distraction. She would come with fury in her heart and death at her fingertips.
