“We aren’t broken up.”
“I know. Doesn’t matter either way. Every idiot within a mile radius can see how you feel about Ethan. And Dad knows, too. No one is mad, Moira. Especially not a fae. They tend to be hoes on a good day. Dad is less hoeish, but more fae than anyone else I’ve met.”
“We’ll see what happens. All this might be for nothing if Cliona can’t make this work.”
“Hmm. Don’t think that will be an issue. Feel that power rising?”
I did. Cliona was putting out a shitload of magic. So much the hair on the back of my neck was rising. “You might want to get out of the blast radius.”
Evie shook her head. “Nah. I’ll be fine. Goddess, remember? You’re the one I’m worried about. No one knows what the fuck you are, so you could explode like a melon, and we’d have to put you back together like a jigsaw puzzle. I’m standing close so I can start catching all the pieces before they fly too far away.”
I let out a surprised laugh. “You’re such a jerk sometimes.”
“Get ready!” Cliona barked.
I turned and shoved Evie with all my might.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
ETHAN
“Who are you?”
The woman was far enough away to prevent me from clawing her, but still too close for comfort. “You might know my daughter.”
My eyes narrowed. “You’re not a vampire.”
“No.” She smiled. “I’m something far worse.”
“A witch,” I growled. Vampires couldn’t procreate naturally, so why was her mother a witch? I assumed her mother was the one who turned her when she came of age.
I—a memory niggled at me, but reaching for it felt like trying to hold on to fog. Wait. Moira had dark eyes. This woman had green. Wouldn’t Moira have the same color eyes?
Why couldn’t I remember anything?
“It’s difficult,” the woman said, “trying to remember anything when you’ve been spelled as thoroughly as you have.”
“Spelled?” A pain shot through my head.
“Mmm. Yes. My daughter is not only a vampire, Lord. She’s quite the talented witch.”
Her eye twitched. A grimace of pain flickered over the witch’s features.
I took a step back. “Moira doesn’t have the magic to spell me.”
“Are you so sure, Lord?” She took a step forward and gasped in pain.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing,” the witch barked. “I’m here to strike a bargain with you. Bring Moira to me, and you shall have everything you’ve ever wanted.”
Her words rang false. “I’m a Lord of a large territory and have a beautiful woman waiting for me at home. What more could I possibly want?”
The witch laughed. “Spoken like a man who has never experienced the finer things in life.”
“I do not bargain with witches. Leave my territory.”
