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up the bowl, cradling it gently between her hands.
“Many moons ago, the Goddess Calypso owed me a favor. I called it due by requesting a vial full of waters from her eternal gardens.”
A witch owed favors by the gods. Baba Yaga was definitely more than she seemed.
Looking down at the bowl, she muttered distractedly, “You can safely drink it now if you want. Go.” She shooed him off.
He scoffed at the notion that she’d dismissed him. But as she continued to scrutinize the contents of the bowl, he realized she’d done just that.
“Bloody hell.” He got up to go get a drink and not because she’d commanded him to either. He really was thirsty.
Muttering beneath his breath about sexy, no good, arrogant witches, he knelt down by the brook, marveling all over again at the power she wielded and took a sip. It was clean, fresh, and tasted wonderful, to be honest. The cool water rolled down his tongue like the sweetest of meads, slaking his thirst almost instantly.
Looking back up, he took the time to study her. She was such a small, delectable thing, barely coming up to his chin. But there her presence was larger than life.
She stared at the bowl with the concentration of a woman trying to divine the mysteries of the universe. Perhaps she already had. Baba Yaga was no middling witch. She was powerful and legendary for a reason. Her delicate brows were furrowed, and she’d bitten down on her bottom lip, showing off her straight white teeth.
He’d heard all the legends about Baba Yaga, the baby eater who worked as one with the darkness, tampering in the media of death, necromancy, and divination. Even the giants of his realm, mostly immune to the effects of magick, would have trembled in her presence.
But she was nothing at all like her stories. She was sexy and had the wit of a fork-tongued adder—logic all rolled up with deadly, beguiling intent. He smirked, taking one last sip of the water before looking around the vast wasteland of their home for the next few weeks.
She’d solved the problem of water. But shelter and food still seemed impossible. As far as his eye could see, there was nothing. He’d not even heard the squeak of a rodent nor seen the tracks of insects in the dirt.
The witch muttered something beneath her breath, and he wondered idly if she were crafting a curse for him. Seemed in keeping with her character. He chuckled and shook his head softly. But then he noted glowing yellow lights off in the distance that distracted him from his thoughts. Frowning, he watched as the lights drew closer to within range of their flame.
He realized the glow was actually eyes attached to a shadowy form.
“Love,” he whispered, trying to snag her attention.
She continued her incantations. And judging by the set of her shoulders and her refusal to even shift an inch, it was obvious she was ignoring him.
“ Pst. Witch.” He said it a little louder. This was no time for her silly games.
Finally, she looked up at him, curling her lip. “What?”
He sighed then pointed. The shape had begun to take on form. It belonged to a deer. If he could just find a rock large enough to bash its head in with, he could kill it, and they’d have dinner. But his dreams of roasted venison were dashed when she hopped to her knees and smiled enchantingly at the shadowy deer.
“Come here, you little darling,” she crooned to it. “Come to Baba.” She crooked her finger, and against his will, Freyr was mesmerized. He’d had no idea she was such an animal lover. Her entire face had transformed. She sparkled with verve and joy, and he wanted to grump at her that the very last thing she needed was a pet when the very real need for food should have been priority number one.
But how could he deny her? She seemed so happy.
The deer, which had been headed in the direction of the brook, changed course and came toward her instead. It had big, wide eyes and a regal face. It was what most women might term adorable with its
“Many moons ago, the Goddess Calypso owed me a favor. I called it due by requesting a vial full of waters from her eternal gardens.”
A witch owed favors by the gods. Baba Yaga was definitely more than she seemed.
Looking down at the bowl, she muttered distractedly, “You can safely drink it now if you want. Go.” She shooed him off.
He scoffed at the notion that she’d dismissed him. But as she continued to scrutinize the contents of the bowl, he realized she’d done just that.
“Bloody hell.” He got up to go get a drink and not because she’d commanded him to either. He really was thirsty.
Muttering beneath his breath about sexy, no good, arrogant witches, he knelt down by the brook, marveling all over again at the power she wielded and took a sip. It was clean, fresh, and tasted wonderful, to be honest. The cool water rolled down his tongue like the sweetest of meads, slaking his thirst almost instantly.
Looking back up, he took the time to study her. She was such a small, delectable thing, barely coming up to his chin. But there her presence was larger than life.
She stared at the bowl with the concentration of a woman trying to divine the mysteries of the universe. Perhaps she already had. Baba Yaga was no middling witch. She was powerful and legendary for a reason. Her delicate brows were furrowed, and she’d bitten down on her bottom lip, showing off her straight white teeth.
He’d heard all the legends about Baba Yaga, the baby eater who worked as one with the darkness, tampering in the media of death, necromancy, and divination. Even the giants of his realm, mostly immune to the effects of magick, would have trembled in her presence.
But she was nothing at all like her stories. She was sexy and had the wit of a fork-tongued adder—logic all rolled up with deadly, beguiling intent. He smirked, taking one last sip of the water before looking around the vast wasteland of their home for the next few weeks.
She’d solved the problem of water. But shelter and food still seemed impossible. As far as his eye could see, there was nothing. He’d not even heard the squeak of a rodent nor seen the tracks of insects in the dirt.
The witch muttered something beneath her breath, and he wondered idly if she were crafting a curse for him. Seemed in keeping with her character. He chuckled and shook his head softly. But then he noted glowing yellow lights off in the distance that distracted him from his thoughts. Frowning, he watched as the lights drew closer to within range of their flame.
He realized the glow was actually eyes attached to a shadowy form.
“Love,” he whispered, trying to snag her attention.
She continued her incantations. And judging by the set of her shoulders and her refusal to even shift an inch, it was obvious she was ignoring him.
“ Pst. Witch.” He said it a little louder. This was no time for her silly games.
Finally, she looked up at him, curling her lip. “What?”
He sighed then pointed. The shape had begun to take on form. It belonged to a deer. If he could just find a rock large enough to bash its head in with, he could kill it, and they’d have dinner. But his dreams of roasted venison were dashed when she hopped to her knees and smiled enchantingly at the shadowy deer.
“Come here, you little darling,” she crooned to it. “Come to Baba.” She crooked her finger, and against his will, Freyr was mesmerized. He’d had no idea she was such an animal lover. Her entire face had transformed. She sparkled with verve and joy, and he wanted to grump at her that the very last thing she needed was a pet when the very real need for food should have been priority number one.
But how could he deny her? She seemed so happy.
The deer, which had been headed in the direction of the brook, changed course and came toward her instead. It had big, wide eyes and a regal face. It was what most women might term adorable with its
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