“Only if we wish it to be done.”
An evil smile stretches across her lips. “Yes. If you wish it.”
“Tell me, Callum.” She sets her sights on me and walks over, standing toe to toe with me. “What do you wish for?” Her eyes glow and pulse a soft purple color as she watches me. I notice the guys take a step away from her and watch cautiously.
Keeping my lips sealed, I shake my head from side to side. I will not wish for anything else from her. Not until I figure out how to reverse what she did to us before. She’s very conniving and uses and twists words that make the wishers wish blowback on them in the worst way possible.
Emmett asked her to help him control his bloodlust because he wanted to feed on people without killing them. She gave him his wish by removing all pleasure and taste from feeding. When he consumes blood, he feels nothing. There’s no urge, no hunger, nothing. He uses bags of blood because they are premeasured and he eats when we do because he has to. For him, food was everything. He was an aspiring chef before he was turned, and even after that, he loved the taste of blood. For him, he could taste hints of what they consumed. The spice. The flavor. It reminded him of what he once was. But it’s all-consuming and dangerous. He didn’t want to be a monster, but he couldn’t control his hunger.
Until Samara.
The glow in her eyes dims, and she steps away. “Very well.” She looks around the room. “I want that girl. Perhaps see what she wishes for most and add her to my little collection of misfits.”
Without thinking, I step forward and growl.
She throws her head back laughing. “Callum. So protective. How is it you’re so protective of a woman you just met?”
Fuck.
“I care nothing about the girl. I have a problem with you.”
Knox jumps in. “A problem with you not telling us where we can find her,” he says lightly, trying to make it a joke.
With no amusement and eyes focused hard on me, she snaps, “Knox, you idiot boy. If I knew where she was, then I wouldn’t be reaching out to all of my minions, sending them after her.”
“How many people are looking for her?” I ask, tone more controlled.
“That’s for me to know and, well, you’ll never find out. I’m thinking about gifting a wish reversal to the one who brings her to me.”
“A wish reversal?” Emmett and Jax repeat softly.
“Yes. Does that sound appealing enough?” She turns to Emmett. “Would you like your taste of blood back? Jax, would you want to feel your wolf again? To know he is still alive inside of you, eager to stretch his legs and go out for a run? Knox, would you want your skin back so you can shift and swim in the ocean with the rest of your family? Callum-”
“I get your point.”
“I hope so. Unfortunately, for you four, though, I’m only granting one wish reversal, so you’d have to fight over it. Which I’d love to see. Perhaps shirtless in a pit with oils at my house.” She looks to the ceiling, picturing it. “Yes, that could work out very nicely for me. Hopefully, none of the others win.” She pats the counter a few times. “Well, I must be going. More people to visit.” She turns and walks towards the front door. “Ta-ta.”
The front door closes with a thud and Knox starts to speak, but I hold my finger up, stopping him. “Samara is no longer welcome in our home,” I say out loud. While I don’t think she’s still in the house, disinviting will push her out painfully, even if she’s shifted into a fly on the wall.
We wait a minute, then I give Knox the nod.
“What is going on? Who is she? What aren’t you telling us?”
“I don’t know why Samara wants her. I doubt it's anything good. And there's nothing I'm hiding since I don’t know who she is.”
“Damn it, Callum!” Knox pounds his hand on the counter. “Stop lying to us!”
“I don’t know anything Knox. I’m not fucking lying to you.”
“But,” Jax adds.
I stare at him, then sigh. They won’t let this go. “But.”
All the guys step forward.
“She may be a true fae.”
They all take a step back and look for support against the counter or the wall, whatever is closest.
