She rolled her eyes. “Yes, it does, but the branch of the coven here is only a small offshoot of the main coven. Heidi can’t allocate spells, only the true coven leader outside of Nightsbridge can do that. There’s no reason for her to run the Nightsbridge faction. She could hand down the power, train the next generation.”
“You mean like you?” I arched a brow, biting back a smile.
“I mean…yeah. But, like I said, she’s a power-hungry bitch.”
“She’s hot, though,” Benedict added. “I’d fuck her.”
“You’d fuck anything,” Dori replied.
“Not true,” Benedict said. “I have standards.”
“And nasty bitches make the cut?” Dori asked.
“I don’t feel as guilty giving them a good spanking,” Benedict said. “But it’s the good girls that get me going the most.” He winked at Clary, and her face turned red.
“You’re not Clary’s type,” Dori said.
But the look on Clary’s face, just before she hid behind the curtain bangs of her bobbed hair, said that he wasexactlyher type.
Dori and Benedict, however, seemed genuinely clueless.
So Dori’s aunt was the Tower Master, which meant she was the one to ask about radio guy and his punishment. Good to know. “What about you two?” My gaze bounced between Clary and Benedict. “What covens are you from, and why did they bind your powers?”
“I’m with Evergreen,” Clary said. “I refused to heal someone after they attacked another witch and got hurt. Evergreen preaches forgiveness, and I failed…”
“Oh no,” Dori drawled sarcastically. “You failed at being a doormat. Seriously, Evergreen needs to sort its shit out. Three months for that? Bullshit. Benedict set someone’s arm on fire and got the same. This time.” She shot him a grin. “You’re such a waste of space.”
Benedict opened his arms and grinned. “But I’m such a sexy waste of space.”
Dori threw a pillow at his face.
He caught it neatly and slipped it under his head. “I’m an Ironhart,” he said to me.
My brows went up before I could school my expression. Ironharts were supposed to be huge, said to be descended from overseas invaders who claimed to have the blood of ogres in their veins. Benedict didnotfit the profile typical for the sorcerer bloodline.
He chuckled. “I know, I know. The big guy gene skipped me.”
“But you make up for it with a huge chip on your shoulder,” Dori quipped.
He winked. “It is pretty impressive.”
His humor was infectious, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling. “And you set someone on fire?”
“It was an accident,” Clary said, jumping to his defense. “It’s not his fault he’s attuned to Chaos Magic.”
Rare for an Ironhart. They tended to do low-level telekinesis. And not many of them carried a focus because their connection to the Weave wasn’t powerful enough to risk them becoming overwhelmed by it.
“He’s been bound twice.” Dori held up two fingers to emphasize the fact.
“I can speak for myself, you know,” Benedict said, but he didn’t look upset by them spilling his story. In fact, he seemed almost amused.
“Whatever,” Dori said.
“We’re all due to get our powers back in just over five weeks,” Clary said. “Maybe if your meeting goes well, you’ll be joining us.”
“I doubt it will be so easy for her,” Dori said. “A bloodline block is a lot harder to undo than a personal one.”
Benedict eyed me from his spot on the sofa, dark eyes speculative beneath his mop of messy hair. “So, what is it? What’s your curse?”
