I shoot him a look that says,Yep.
“Me?” He points both hands to his chest. “You’re blaming this on me?”
Who else would I blame it on?“Yes, I’m blaming this on you. You were using my power on that woman. What were you doing to her?”
“This is unbelievable.” He plows his fingers through his thick locks. “I try to help you get the man of your dreams, and you’re blaming me for hitting him in the face with a spell ball.”
“Yes, I am! If you hadn’t been abusing my power with that hot little number, none of this would have happened. What did you influence her to do? Come over later and take off her panties?”
His jaw falls. He shoots me a blistering glare before dragging his gaze away. “For your information, I was not influencing Molly to do anything with me.”
“Oh, Molly’s her name, is it? A nice wholesome name, just ripe for the ravaging.”
He drops his hands to his hips and taps his belt, obviously annoyed, and obviously trying to rein in his anger. “Why do you care?”
“Because you used my power,” I explode.
“Okay, let’s just calm down.” He points to the couch. “Why don’t you sit?”
“Because I don’t feel like it.”
“Of course not,” he mumbles. He gazes around the room, shaking his head before saying, “First of all, I’ve known Molly for years. I dated her older sister. It was a long time ago,” he adds quickly. “No time recently. And Molly was feeling insecure about a guy she likes.”
“Oh?” He points to the couch again, and this time I sit. “That seems very coincidental.”
“To whom? You?”
I scoff. “Yes, to me.”
Devlin sits beside me and leans back on the couch. “She likes one of the men who was there, and needed a little courage to talk to him. So that’s what I gave her—courage. You know, like I was telling you last night, a thing you can do with your power to make people feel good about themselves?”
He shoots me a scathing look, and I drop my gaze to my fingers, which are currently fidgeting in my lap. Devlin continues with his tongue-lashing. “You jumped to conclusions about me—about what I was doing. Gods, Blair, how horrible do you think I am?”
“Do you really want that answer?”
“No. Never mind.” He shakes his head and sighs. “Look, I would never use your power to do anything bad. I was only trying to help Molly. You can ask her yourself next time you see her.”
“No thanks.”
“So you don’t believe me?”
Do I? Why would Devlin lie? I’m here, in his house. He wouldn’t have someone over while I’m forced to stay here. Would he? No. We’re sleeping in the same room, for goodness’ sake.
So maybe he was telling the truth. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.
He cups a hand to his ear. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
I exhale a loud breath and roll my eyes. “I said that I’m sorry. I believe you.”
He studies me for a moment too long and I look away. “Well? Don’t you want to know if it worked?”
“If what worked?”
“Molly and the courage.”
“I guess.”
He grins. “It worked. She texted me a little while ago and said that they’re going on a date.”
