“And what did we discuss at the manor?” Sadie asks. “I specifically told you not to disturb Trina until we were sure.”
“You knew about this!” Trina shrieks. “What the fuck, Sadie?”
“I’m sorry,” Sadie says, turning to her friend and giving her a hug. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”
“What wasn’t? What the fuck is going on?” Trina cries, and tears actually start to trickle down her cheeks. The sight affects me deeply, and I want to shove the others aside and take Trina into my arms.
I don’t think that would make her feel better.
“Trina, I’m sorry,” Sadie says. “But the supernatural world is very real. I only just found out myself not that long ago—”
“Are you a wolf, too?” Trina asks, wiping her cheeks.
Sadie shakes her head. “I’m a witch. A real one. I found evidence of my heritage in the museum library, and I came fully into my powers after I married Rhys.”
“What?” Trina whispers.
“I was always meant to be here. It’s my destiny,” Sadie says. “I think it might be yours, too.”
“No.” Trina shakes her head. “This can’t be happening.”
“We did a spell,” Sadie says, her tone very firm. “And it picked you. We were going to double-check before we told you about it, and Owen was completely out of line to do this. Obviously, the damage can’t be undone now, but we’llperform the ritual again and find Owen’s real mate. The binding ceremony hasn’t been completed, so—”
“Ah…” I say, raising my hand. “I kind of—”
“Oh, shit,” Rhys says, pointing at Trina’s hand. “Is that a loop of Dead Silk?”
“It is,” I reply, lowering my head.
“What does that mean?” Sadie snaps.
“It means he bound her,” Rhys says in disgust.
“How could you do this, Owen?” Sadie cries. “Of all the irresponsible, ridiculous things to do—”
“I’ve had enough of listening to you,” I snap, taking another step forward into Sadie’s space. “Give me my mate. I’m telling you, I did the right thing, and I know it.”
“Get out of my face, Owen,” Sadie says in a low voice.
Before I can growl at her, Rhys steps between us. “Owen, calm down. Right now,” he says.
He’s too close to Trina!
I shake my head, getting ready to push him out of the way. Trina’s scent fills my nostrils, a sweet, floral aroma that wipes my mind clean of rational thought and leaves me a creature of pure instinct.
“Back. Off,” I say, ready to shove Rhys out of the way.
“Sadie,” Trina whispers. “Please help me.”
“Don’t you dare take her away!” I shout, frantic emotions flooding through me. “You can’t take her, Rhys!”
“What the fuck?” Rhys mutters. “Owen, fucking chill.”
“Get out of my way!” I roar, ready to tear Rhys to pieces.
“Rhys, stop,” Sadie says calmly. “Get behind me.”
“I’m not hiding behind my wife like a—”
