Page 45 of Bloodline Unbound

I wasn’t sure if Seth getting involved would help things or hurt them in the long run, but I wanted Logan to have everything she wanted in life. Seth and I weren’t from a wealthy legacy shifter family. All I had to offer her was myself. Luckily, she’d never asked for more. She still wasn’t asking now. I appreciated that she put me in the metaphorical driver’s seat for this situation and so far seemed more than willing to let me acclimate at my own pace.

The idea of Seth and Logan without me made me a little queasy. I liked our game. I liked being in control. Having Logan follow my lead and Seth bend to the rules even when he didn’t want to was a fucking intoxicating power trip even more intense than having Logan fully surrender to me.

I pulled the car over before we reached our first stop and put a hand on the Seth bump under Logan’s sweater. His head popped up with a mrp, looking like an alien trying to burst out of her. He wriggled his head out from the bottom hem and looked over at me.

Get dressed. We’re almost there.

He stretched leisurely, and his feet digging into her belly had Logan protesting as she woke.

“Get your little toothpick feet out of my liver.” Logan squawked as Seth hopped off her and into the backseat. She hoisted her seat back into a sitting position to give Seth room and leaned over to kiss me. “How was the drive?”

“Easy enough. I’m very ready for food.”

Her stomach growled as if on cue.

Seth leaned through the front seats, half dressed, and set his chin on Logan’s shoulder. “I’m starving.”

I waited for the spike of jealousy, for the stop fucking touching her vibes to hit me in the face. But they didn’t...

That was something for future me to deal with.

I started up the car. “Seatbelts on.”

I took off a little harder than necessary, and Seth let out an oof as he hit the back seat and hastily buckled himself in.

We pulled into a diner a few minutes later, showing up right as it opened. Once coffee, pancakes, and breakfast burritos were on the way, we settled into our booth. Logan cuddled up to my side and I laid my arm over the back of the booth to wrap around her.

“I can drive for a while when we get going again,” she said.

“That works. We can switch off after we get past the Utah border.”

“Should I book us a place for tonight in Portland or outside the city again?” asked Seth.

“Something off the interstate,” I said. “We’ll go into the city tomorrow and see what we can find for information.”

My phone pinged and I pulled it out, seeing a notification from the shifter forums.

You could talk to Melinda Kyle in Hood River. She has a metaphysical shop there. She’d probably be able to help.

They included the number and address for the shop and I looked it up, turning the phone for Logan.

“Oh, her store is so cute!”

The server brought our plates and we tucked into the food while Logan flipped through the pages on the shop’s website.

“There’s a contact page. Should I let her know we’re coming?” she asked.

I nodded and took a bite of my burrito. Probably a good idea.

Another benefit of telepathy was being able to stuff my face while talking.

Logan tapped away on my phone and grinned. “Sent!”

“I haven’t met a legacy witch in decades,” said Seth. “They’re kinda spooky.”

“Spooky how?” Logan asked between gulps of coffee.

“They’ve got that thousand-yard stare, like they’re looking right through you. Not all the time, of course. They tend to tone it down for the normies, but it’s wild when they reveal themselves.”

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