“Quit spying on me.” I waved my hands at nothing in particular. “I’ll get this mess cleaned up.”
No response came, so I grabbed a bag from my closet, tossing the FLOWER OF FERTILITY book inside it, but I halted when her voice whispered a second later, right against my ear.
“You’re protected now. Like he was when the gremlin came. The flower has done for you as the seed did for him. But remember, not all gifts from the Fae are what they seem. They do like their games. And trouble is coming.”
I held still for a full minute, glancing at where she had to have been standing—except no other riddles of wisdom were given.
“Dammit, that was not what I wanted to hear.” I cracked my neck both ways and ignored the growing pain in my stomach; it was no longer a pinching but a steady throbbing instead.
My beast of a soul mate had better be willing to share.
Because I needed his book for this to work.
If he didn’t help…
Death this way comeshad a whole new timeframe.
But I stared off to the side as another thought hit.
Fucking Fae, where did I put that ring?
Abruptly, Grandmother Isabella reappeared next to my writing desk, with a heavy dose of exasperation, and tapped it with a finger…then disappeared again.
I stared for a long moment and then stomped over to the desk and grabbed the ring off the top of it. “Spying soothsayer grandmothers aren’t so bad, I guess. This time.” I flicked a glance around my room and narrowed my eyes. “Remember that I saidthis time!”
