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dare she force her will on Kane?
She raised one thin eyebrow before turning and disappearing inside the house.
The blond witch smiled at me. A true, welcoming smile. “That was a formal invitation for witches. Our apologies that it affected your friend.”
The moment we stepped through the front door, Kane’s eyes cleared and he shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs.
The older witch turned to him. “The will of magic is extended to all witches so they can identify the type of magic we use. Witches can resist the force and make their own decision. Others usually have issues. Though she could have stopped you if she wanted to.”
Kane crossed his arms over his chest and glared. I couldn’t say I blamed him. We came here to help save one of their own and we’d gotten nothing but trouble.
The younger witch just grinned at Kane and then slowly raked her gaze over him, her smile turning wolfish.
“Whoa, there,” I said, holding up a hand. “Back off, honey. This one is mine.”
Kane turned and raised one quizzical eyebrow in my direction.
“What?” I whispered. “Did you see her mentally seducing you?”
He shook his head, clearly having lost all patience. Turning back to the other witches, he held his hand out. “We haven’t been introduced. I’m Kane Rouquette, and this is my fiancée, Jade Calhoun.”
The pair shared a glance. The older one nodded. “I’ve heard of you both.” Taking Kane’s hand, she added, “I’m Dayla Brinn, the Coven Pointe leader, and this—” she gestured to the blonde “—is Fiona Westin.”
I held my hand out to Fiona. When she grabbed it, I said, “I wish I could say it was my pleasure, but that remains to be seen.”
Her eyes sparkled as she laughed. “Understandable.”
“This way.” Dayla swept from the formal sitting room into the adjoining dining room.
Fiona waved a hand, indicating for us to follow. Dayla took us through the modern kitchen and then into a large great room. There were four wing-backed chairs and a loveseat positioned around a small coffee table. “Please have a seat,” Dayla said. The request was once again backed by a twinge of magic.
I held tight to Kane’s hand so he wouldn’t be forced to do anything against his will. I, however, embraced the magic. She’d said they issued an invitation so outside witches could sample it and gain knowledge of who they might be. I’d never heard of that before. And other than white witches and earth witches, I had no idea what witches with other talents might be like. The magic was warm, inviting. Nothing at all sinister about it.
Definitely no black magic. I’d have to ask Bea why our coven never did this when we encountered strange witches. Or did we?
I tugged on Kane’s hand and led him to the loveseat. When Fiona and Dayla were seated, Fiona perched on the edge of her seat and clasped her hands. “So tell me, Jade. What does my dear cousin expect you to do?”
“Chessandra?”
Dayla nodded. “Yes, Chessa is my sister’s daughter. It’s her fault Matisse is missing.” Her eyes clouded over and her irises flashed red the same way Chessandra’s had. But they faded back to pale ice blue almost instantly.
Kane and I shared a quick glance. He’d noticed as well. Did that mean Matisse was that much closer to death? A tiny shiver ran through me. “Kane and I are shadow walkers.”
Dayla eyed Kane, scrutinizing him. “And you’re a dreamwalker. Interesting.”
Kane scooted forward on the loveseat, resting his elbows on his knees. “How do you know that?”
She leaned over, mimicking his pose, and placed her palm on his cheek. Her gaze was intense as if she was trying to read him. Then she sat back, saying nothing.
Fiona shook her head almost apologetically. “Mama can taste magic in the air. Her assessments are correct ninety-nine percent of the time.”
“Magic?” I asked. “But Kane isn’t a witch.”
“Of course he isn’t,” Dayla said dismissively and
She raised one thin eyebrow before turning and disappearing inside the house.
The blond witch smiled at me. A true, welcoming smile. “That was a formal invitation for witches. Our apologies that it affected your friend.”
The moment we stepped through the front door, Kane’s eyes cleared and he shook his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs.
The older witch turned to him. “The will of magic is extended to all witches so they can identify the type of magic we use. Witches can resist the force and make their own decision. Others usually have issues. Though she could have stopped you if she wanted to.”
Kane crossed his arms over his chest and glared. I couldn’t say I blamed him. We came here to help save one of their own and we’d gotten nothing but trouble.
The younger witch just grinned at Kane and then slowly raked her gaze over him, her smile turning wolfish.
“Whoa, there,” I said, holding up a hand. “Back off, honey. This one is mine.”
Kane turned and raised one quizzical eyebrow in my direction.
“What?” I whispered. “Did you see her mentally seducing you?”
He shook his head, clearly having lost all patience. Turning back to the other witches, he held his hand out. “We haven’t been introduced. I’m Kane Rouquette, and this is my fiancée, Jade Calhoun.”
The pair shared a glance. The older one nodded. “I’ve heard of you both.” Taking Kane’s hand, she added, “I’m Dayla Brinn, the Coven Pointe leader, and this—” she gestured to the blonde “—is Fiona Westin.”
I held my hand out to Fiona. When she grabbed it, I said, “I wish I could say it was my pleasure, but that remains to be seen.”
Her eyes sparkled as she laughed. “Understandable.”
“This way.” Dayla swept from the formal sitting room into the adjoining dining room.
Fiona waved a hand, indicating for us to follow. Dayla took us through the modern kitchen and then into a large great room. There were four wing-backed chairs and a loveseat positioned around a small coffee table. “Please have a seat,” Dayla said. The request was once again backed by a twinge of magic.
I held tight to Kane’s hand so he wouldn’t be forced to do anything against his will. I, however, embraced the magic. She’d said they issued an invitation so outside witches could sample it and gain knowledge of who they might be. I’d never heard of that before. And other than white witches and earth witches, I had no idea what witches with other talents might be like. The magic was warm, inviting. Nothing at all sinister about it.
Definitely no black magic. I’d have to ask Bea why our coven never did this when we encountered strange witches. Or did we?
I tugged on Kane’s hand and led him to the loveseat. When Fiona and Dayla were seated, Fiona perched on the edge of her seat and clasped her hands. “So tell me, Jade. What does my dear cousin expect you to do?”
“Chessandra?”
Dayla nodded. “Yes, Chessa is my sister’s daughter. It’s her fault Matisse is missing.” Her eyes clouded over and her irises flashed red the same way Chessandra’s had. But they faded back to pale ice blue almost instantly.
Kane and I shared a quick glance. He’d noticed as well. Did that mean Matisse was that much closer to death? A tiny shiver ran through me. “Kane and I are shadow walkers.”
Dayla eyed Kane, scrutinizing him. “And you’re a dreamwalker. Interesting.”
Kane scooted forward on the loveseat, resting his elbows on his knees. “How do you know that?”
She leaned over, mimicking his pose, and placed her palm on his cheek. Her gaze was intense as if she was trying to read him. Then she sat back, saying nothing.
Fiona shook her head almost apologetically. “Mama can taste magic in the air. Her assessments are correct ninety-nine percent of the time.”
“Magic?” I asked. “But Kane isn’t a witch.”
“Of course he isn’t,” Dayla said dismissively and
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