We both collapse onto the bed, and her head rests on my shoulder, my arm wrapped around her as she traces a few scars on my stomach.
“Feeling good?” she says, and I grunt, kissing her head. “Good, because I’ve got to go to New Orleans tomorrow.”
“Um, what?” I say, and she kisses me to shut me up before sliding down the bed and licking my cock. That’s already getting hard again. “Violet?” I say her name and she shushes me by sliding her lips around me and sucking.
For the first time in my life, I forget everything and let this tiny yet powerful moment silence me.
Chapter 33
“Okay, run me through this again?” Silas asks as Ember pushes her overly packed suitcase into the trunk.
I hold the ancient tome against my chest, before leaning it forward and flipping the pages.
“My great aunt Daisy gave me this book along with the other one when I wanted to do my little ritual,” I say, and he smirks, likely thinking back to that night. “I hadn’t really thought about why she also gave me this book, but when I flipped through, I found this.”
I point my finger over the title of the ritual, and he reads the heading.
A Remembrance Rite.
“It calls for a minimum of two witches, but I figured the three of us would make this easier.”
He grabs my elbow, dragging me over toward the porch. “I’m coming too.”
“I don’t need a shifter bodyguard,” I tell him, clutching the book to my chest.
“I know you don’t. But I don’t feel comfortable with you going there when there’s a pack who doesn’t like us, among other things.”
“What are these other things, Mr. Walker?” I ask him, blinking my eyelashes.
He sighs, scratching his beard, making sure my friends can’t hear. “You’re my girl, hex or not, right?” he says with a smile. “Then that’s reason enough. I’ll pack my bag.”
My mouth gapes open as he jogs up the steps into the house.
“Good luck fitting his crap in here. Hecate, Ember, we’re going for a day. What did you pack?” Iris says, having to use magic to shut the trunk.
“You always have to be prepared on a trip like this,” Ember says.
“We’ll work on your transfiguration spells when we get back,” I reply as my boots rustle against my stone driveway. “Are you two really okay with him coming?”
“Every mission could use a little muscle,” Ember says.
“Daisy said nothing else? Just gave you the book and expected you to figure it out?” Iris asks.
I nod with a sigh. “I think she’s taken a vow of secrecy. Maybe that’s why I’ve never heard her speak. This was her way of getting around that. I’m not sure how she knows what I’ve found out, but it’s the best we have. If we can reinstate at least my mother’s memories, then we can figure out where to go from here.”
“Are you sure this is a door you want to open?” Iris asks.
I glance up at the house, where Silas has his satchel thrown over his shoulder. It’s more than knowing I want to be with him. I’m falling for him, or maybe I already have. He wants a better world for his pack, and it’s what I want too. A peaceful life between the witches and shifters. But more than anything, I need to know the truth.
“I’m sure.”
Silas joins us, and I hand him the keys to my car.
“Thanks for letting me join your trip, ladies,” Silas says, as I take the passenger seat and Ember and Iris slide into the back.
Ember starts immediately with the questions.
“How old are you when a wolf first shifts?”
