The bastard should have gone to jail, at the very least, because the fool had to have missed major warning signs in order to have fallen under a spell that controlled his actions to that degree. Warning signs that someone working for the Guild should have noticed.
“I feel a need to mention that…the priests weren’t the only ones focused on you two. There was a vampire…I, unfortunately, didn’t get a name.” She tsked. “For as powerful as her spells were…she herself was…not that impressive, I have to say.”
“The priests who hired her weren’t either.”
The witch chuckled.
“Do I know the vampire?” he asked.
Sephira stilled, her smile growing as her eyes went dazed, just as they had when she’d opened the door and saw him earlier. “Yes.”
It was fucking Micah… Well, at least he knew how they fell into that first trap now.
“What did you see when you first saw me?”
Her gaze cleared. “I can’t say. Just know, things will work out.”
“You witches are annoyingly fucking vague.”
Sephira threw her head back on a laugh. “Comes with the territory, I’m afraid. Well, not afraid, but… I actually find it amusing, even if I sometimes get frustrated about all I can’t say.”
Harlow snorted. His gaze flicked to an entrance opposite the one they came in when someone entered—a young man dressed in a T-shirt and pajama pants, with deep brown skin and black shoulder length braids.
“Ah, my son decided to wake his butt up and join us.”
Son? Right…Tony had mentioned a son, hadn’t he?
The kid looked around and said, “Mom,” on spotting Sephira.
Sephira sniffled. “Yes, m-my son?”
“Could you not start crying again?” the teen huffed.
The blonde, who he did not remember the name of, laughed. “Like I keep telling you, Sawyer, it’s going to take time for her to move on from being weepy about you using the M-word.”
“It’s been months.” Sawyer rolled his eyes. “What are we making?”
“Before I get into the baked goods, let me introduce you to Harlow and Foxx. This big guy next to me is Harlow, and the cutie black haired beauty next to Tabitha is Foxx.”
Sawyer eyed him, there was a brief shifting of the young man’s eyes before they flicked from Harlow to Foxx. “Right… Hello. So…what are we making?”
Neither witch or vampire, Harlow’s guess was that Sawyer was a werewolf.
* * *
“Butter cookies,there’s fresh bread going, and snickerdoodles?—”
Foxx eyed the young werewolf as Sephira continued to list off all the delicious baked goods that were currently being made around the room.
He dipped briefly into his bloodline powers to see how old the young man was. Only to frown upon seeing there was something off about the fourteen-year-old’s threads. White threads mixed with blue ones, due to him being a made werewolf, but it looked as if some had been broken and then woven back together.
Most startling was that his center thread was like this. The bright thick blue thread was held together at its center by a lighter one, the color of lilacs. His gaze flicked to Sephira. Her eyes met his, but she just smiled slightly and shrugged, her threads lilac in color, telling him all that he needed to know.
Huh… Well, it was none of his business, that was for sure! His gaze moved around the room, finding it interesting that the witches’ threads were all purple, though they varied in shade and tone.
His vision slipped back to normal when the teen sidled up to him, pushing between him and another witch. “So, you’re Foxx?”
Foxx glanced up, brow raising. “Yes?”
