Page 72 of Winterfall Destiny

Whoa. Maeve mind-controlled the security guy.

Would Callum be aware? He knows Maeve's name, and someone must've warned him about her capabilities.

"Nothing to do with us," says Maeve.

Callum slams the laptop closed. "I brought you up here because I know exactly who Ash and Ethan are, and I'm aware that you all bring trouble. My intention was to request you leave my premises. Now explain what the fuck the three of you are doing here."

"Your heavies brought us to your room," says Ethan.

"What are you doing here, at my hotel," he snaps.

"An evening at the casino for me and my witch," I say with a tight smile.

"How involved are you in Dominion business?" Ethan asks again. "Did one ask you to look out for and report back on Maeve? Gabriella, perhaps?"

"I've too much business of my own to bother with anybody else's," he retorts.

"Declan's involved with Dominion," I say. "Are you?"

"You honestly expect me to divulge everybody I have business dealings with? I keep out of their business unless it becomes my business." He rubs his fingers together. "Financially rewarding business."

"Confederacy and Dominion?" asks Maeve.

He shrugs. "Probably."

Maeve rounds the table towards him and looks up. "How much do you know about me?"

"I know you've used magic to turn a dragon alpha into a sad puppy dog. I also know that you've connections to the Dominion leader's son." He runs his tongue along his bottom lip. "In fact, I heard you're holed up with a collection of guys you've used magic on to control. Are all witches as promiscuous as you?"

"Interesting take on my life," she replies. "And interesting that you'd reduce me to whore status and focus on your disgust at my relationship with Ash rather than my magical abilities."

"I don't give a crap about your abilities because you try anything on me and I'll have your fucking head," he says.

"Watch it," I growl.

"I want to know why you came here," Callum demands again.

"You tell me why we're here," she says.

"What?" He rubs his temples.

"Or show me why. Who's communicating with you about cargo the Dominion want shipping out of London?"

"I've no clue what you mean," he retorts.

"Your side-business has regular shipments in and out," says Ethan. "Anything particularly precious? Expensive?"

Callum attempts to break Maeve's gaze to look at Ethan, but he remains transfixed. "All the time. Like I said, business is business."

"What's this side business's name?" asks Ethan gruffly. Callum sucks his lips together, fighting speaking. "Who are you working with?"

"Callum doesn't know who," whispers Maeve. "Someone's blocked his mind. The guy is working with Dominion, but that's common practice for him."

"Not Gabriella?" asks Ethan.

The man doesn't respond to the name. Or anything. Because he's losing his mind to Maeve?

"Can you unlock your safe?" asks Maeve quietly. She points to his desk. "The one at your feet."

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