on his arms stood.
“She’s not a threat to you or us, Olivia.” Cajun feared Olivia very much thought Lael was a threat.
“You’re a Key,” Lael said with a slight tremble in her voice and eyes wide, but if Cajun guessed right, she wasn’t afraid but in awe.
“I’ve no quarrel with you, witch.” Olivia’s body language clearly indicated she expected trouble… and still that overall sense of power he couldn’t see, but felt, made the hair on his arms and the back of his neck stand at attention.
Lael elevated her hands in surrender fashion. “Not your enemy. I’ve never met a Key. You’re rare.”
“You’ve no idea.”
“There’s only five of you born in every generation, the pale-blue eyes are usually a dead giveaway to your status, which you don’t have.” Lael quirked her lips as if confused by that, and then went on, “The Gathering wants you dead.”
“You two are speaking Greek.” What the hell was his woman? Cajun gripped her arm, tugging her toward him, with Lael tracking Olivia’s movement with her eyes. “There’s a funny feel in the air.” In his head, his wolf whined and pawed at the ground, anxious to get her to safety.
“You should get to your house or Wolfe Ink, lay low for a day or so.” Lael fidgeted with her hair. “Something is hunting O, but—”
“My name’s Olivia.”
“A shifter is after her,” Cajun confirmed what hunted Olivia.
“Nah.” Lael shook her head. “This is bigger, more powerful. It’s not locked on her yet, but if she’s here where her power was expended when it arrives, the badass mofo will find her.”
“How does going across town help?” Olivia asked.
Lael shrugged. “Don’t know, but it can’t find you anywhere but here. Cajun’s gotta go with you.”
Olivia glanced at him, and he gave her a smug grin, wanting to kiss Lael for adding the last part.
“Let’s go,” he tugged on her arm as he said to Aric, “I’ll call you when we get to my house so you know we arrived safely.” He lived on the opposite side of town, which was a forty-minute drive from his aunt and uncle’s house.
“We’ll go to my place.” At his frown, she said, “I bought the Campbell spread a couple of months ago. It’s shielded from anything but wolves.”
“I heard an out-of-towner grabbed it up. Didn’t know it was you, dear.” Aunt Barbara’s face lit up with excitement. “No excuse not to spend more time visiting us now.”
“That’s why I bought it when it went up for sale.” Olivia knotted her hair on top of her head in a loose bun. “Sorry, Aric.”
Aric jerked his chin at her in acknowledgement. “We’re here for you, Olivia, and listen to Cajun. He’ll keep you alive.”
“I’d never have involved your family if I’d known I’d bring danger to it, Barbara,” she said as Aunt B hugged her goodbye.
“Shush, Olivia.” His aunt patted her on the back. “You’re family. We stick our neck out for family.”
His Uncle Tristan, Barbara’s husband, also his dad’s brother, embraced her next, but looked Cajun straight in the eye. “You call if you need anything, son.”
“I will.” It was obvious his family adored her, and she returned their affection. Left up to him, by the time she returned to the Wolfe home she would officially be family.
Lael trailed behind them and across the lawn, while Olivia maintained a wary eye on the witch. His frustrating mate settled into the passenger side of the Mercedes and strapped in. As he tossed her luggage in the backseat and handed her the purse-slash-satchel, he heard Lael mutter something under her breath, obviously getting another vision. He’d seen her do the witchy prophecy shit once. It’d been spooky because she’d gotten a blank look, and her eyes had gone glassy like she left her body.
His witch friend and bartender of Sassy Wolfe rotated her hand in the universal sign to roll the window down. Once he followed her instruction, she said, “There’s more than
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