Marcus froze, hissed, then stormed out of the room, his presence leaving the space colder, fouler for having been there.Liam didn’t know what hold this woman had over him, but he would find out.
She turned to Willow, her smile warm, her eyes kind, though her aura carried quiet power.“Hi, Willow.My name is Saffron, but you can call me Saffie and I’ll be your lawyer and your rescuer this evening.”She extended her hand.When Willow took it, Liam felt a surge of energy pulse through their bond, the tattoo on her body glowing faintly before fading.
Willow blinked.“Um, hi?”
Saffie grinned.“It’s good to finally talk to you.”She leaned closer, lowering her voice.“And to you too, Liam and Jacob.But let’s get you all out of here before we welcome you properly, shall we?”Straightening, she turned to the mirror, her tone snapping into steel.“I would suggest, Captain Riley, if you don’t want to face a litany of charges for what you’ve put my client through—and the truly appalling behavior of your officers—I suggest you drop this charade and allow her to leave.Otherwise, I’ll call the Mayor, who happens to be a close personal friend of mine and I’ll make sure the only place anyone calls you Captain again is that dominatrix bar you frequent every second Thursday while your wife is at the movies.Are we clear?”
There was a sharp click in the room, then a man’s voice answered: “Ms.Anderson, we apologize for any inconvenience we have caused you this evening.You are free to go.”
Chapter Seven
“Saffie!Stay the hellout of my herb garden!”
“I wouldn’t have to be in it if you’d set up properly!”Saffie yelled back and Willow could tell from the muffled sound and direction of her voice that she was, in fact, in Ursula’s herb garden.
“I mean it!Get the hell out of my space.”
Then came the sound of running feet.Despite the appeal of watching the two women go a round or three, Willow stayed where she was, curled up on the bed she was using, blankets pulled up over her head, fighting the urge to cry.It was the early hours of the morning and from the way the skin around her tummy was starting to feel, she knew that Jacob and Liam would be returning to her soon.
They hadn’t talked much about what had happened at the police station.Willow had announced that she was exhausted, which was true, but she just wasn’t up to talking about anything.Not then and not now.Even knowing that time was running out—both for that day and for all of them to end this damn curse—she just wasn’t in a stable enough mental space to have a conversation.
Never before had she felt so overwhelmed, which was hilarious considering that forty-eight hours ago, her tattoo had come alive as two shifters claimed to have loved her in a previous life and that she was one side of a freaky, sexy-as-hell love triangle.
Could you call what they had a love “triangle”?It wasn’t as if Jacob and Liam didn’t love each other—they were brothers, after all—but it was only her who got the lucky job of being the soft, sweet center of attention in that dark chocolatey delight of a woman’s deepest fantasies coming true.But for Willow, the thought of being the one who had all the love and attention showered on her sounded just about perfect.
There was a huff of laughter from across the room.Willow yanked the blankets down to scowl in that direction.“I do not find anything funny about this situation whatsoever.Not one thing!Do you mind filling me in on the joke?”
Liam leaned forward in the chair he was sitting in, resting his forearms against his thighs and smiled at her.“I’m sorry, love.The situation is absolutely not funny, but you would most definitely be the center of our attention and the soft, sweet center between us.”
Willow sat up, her jaw dropping slightly.“Wait, what?I get that you can understand me when you are in tattoo form and on my skin, but how in the hell can you hear my thoughts now?”
Jacob stood up from where he was leaning against the wall by the door and shrugged.“No idea, sweet.That is not a shifter thing.”
“Nope, it’s a cool-ass Wicca thing,” Ursula explained as she stepped into the bedroom.“You’re a witch, Willow and a freaking strong one.If your mates can hear you thinking, then it is because you are projecting your thoughts to them.”
Willow did not like the sound of that.“I am most certainly not projecting my thoughts.My thoughts are private.They don’t want to be heard by anyone else.”
