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kind. He isn’t their kind,
trust me.”
    Her
dark, and yet glowing, eyes flicker between the two of us. She smirks, “You
defend him?”
    I
nod, “He is mine to criticize and torment.”
    Wyatt
leans over me, “That’s right. Only she gets to make my life hell. Trust me,
she’s doing a bang-up job.”
    Lila
cackles perfectly, though it doesn’t suit her beautiful face.
    She
nods towards the end of the tunnel, “Let’s go. They aren’t going to be excited
we brought him with us.”
    She
opens the heavy steal door that I would have figured would be old wood but once
we are beyond it, I understand perfectly. We are in a cellar under an old
house, but it is a shop of sorts, a magical shop.
    She
claps her hands and the candles everywhere light up. The room is spooky and
mystical. Willow would have dug it here.
    I
shudder from the feeling in the air.
    “Show
yourselves, sisters. He cannot harm you. He is guarded by his love of the sin
eater and his angel bloodline.”
    Women
start appearing out of nowhere. The room is full suddenly.
    We
all stand there, looking at each other but no one speaks. I feel the nausea in
my stomach from him being too close. His chest and stomach are pressed against
my back. He’s gauging the room to fight our way out. I can almost smell it on
him, not fear but fight.
    I
reach back, taking one for the team and hold his hands with my own, “He is
mine.”
    They
make faces and whisper amongst themselves.
    “Does
it not hurt, sin eater?”
    I
nod, “Near-death bad.”
    The
older witch with the white hair in the corner nods at me, “You wish us to
handfast, even though you just broke it?”
    “We
do.”
    “Why?”
she asks and the others nod in agreement.
    I
shrug but Wyatt speaks, “I fasted our hands without her knowledge of what it
meant. I forced it. This time I have asked as is your custom, on my knees.”
    They
all look disgusted. A dark-haired one points at him, “Typical man. That’s how
many a witch was made a slave in the old days. A handfasted witch cannot use
her magic on her husband, nor can her coven sisters.” She gives us a sickening
smile, “But it wasn’t ever hard to find a sister somewhere to smite his ass
like he deserved.”
    They
all cackle. They are more like the witches I expected in the world. Not the
sneaky faces of the earth witches or the deceptive beauty of the nixie. No, the
fire witches are Gothic and slightly haggard in some cases. There is very
little beauty to go round. Instantly, I remember something I once read. The
beauty of a witch shows on the inside and the out. It was on the wall,
somewhere? Willow’s cottage, in the picture maybe. I
can see the darkness of them.
    One
of the witches, a particularly pretty one, smiles at me, “My sister is the one
who fasted you last time. You saved her life. For that we are grateful, and we
will spell your wishes.”
    I
look around at the older ones but they seem satisfied by her words, like she is
in charge.
    They
step to the side, making a path for the door on the far side. “There are
wedding clothes in the room there. Go and change. Lila will bring you up to the
hallowed ground.”
    Lila
leads the way to the door. She opens it and goes inside. I follow her, feeling
Wyatt hesitate as we cross into the room.
    The
door closes. Lila smiles at him, “Nervous we won’t let you out?”
    He
gives her his sexy, confident smile. “You can’t hurt me. The dark-haired one
spoke an oath, it’s spelled. I felt it on my skin.”
    She
cocks an eyebrow, “Did I mention that I just love that you’re half angel? I
think that’s fantastic.”
    He
rolls his eyes, walking past her to the clothes. His are dark jeans and a black
dress shirt. He scowls, “I’m going to freeze up there.”
    She
smiles, “ Awwww muffin. I’m sure we can manage a nice
fire to keep you warm.”
    I
laugh and he gives me a look, “What happened to he’s mine?”
    I
shrug, “That was funny. I have a sense of humor, you don’t. It’s no