Page 52 of Dancing Moonbeam

“Lay his body down,” Casimir gritted out, speaking to Jaytee.

That was when Galamir turned his attention toward Jaytee. His eyes widened as he saw Raidh’s lifeless body in his arms.

A surge of rage coiled through Jaytee as he looked at Galamir for the first time. This was the son of a bitch who had treated his own flesh and blood like shit for over a millennium. This was the man whose fragile ego couldn’t handle the embarrassment of Raidh leaving, so he had done everything in his power to kill his own son.

It took every ounce of self-control for Jaytee not to tear Galamir apart right then and there.

Casimir struck fast, moving across the room and curling his fist into Galamir’s shirt. Then he dragged his brother over to Raidh while Jaytee lay his mate on the floor.

“You blew him the kiss,” Casimir growled. “Which makes you the only one who can call Raidh’s soul back to his body.”

Jaytee’s head snapped back in surprise. The warrior had conveniently left out that important little nugget of information. If Galamir had gone through so much trouble to get rid of Raidh, what were the chances he would actually help bring his son back?

A cruel smile curled Galamir’s lips. “I have no idea what you are talking about. It was this filthy wolf who just carried my son’s lifeless body into my home. It is the wolf who will pay for his death.”

Jaytee lunged at him, taking Galamir to the floor as a deep growl radiated in his chest. He wrapped his hands around the man’s throat, determined to squeeze the very life out of him. “All you had to do was love and accept your son. Instead, you cursed him and sent an ancient, psychotic vampire to destroy him.”

“Jaytee!” Casimir snapped. “We need him to bring Raidh’s soul back.” His voice turned calm. “After that, have all the fun you want.”

Backhanding Galamir, Jaytee rose to his feet. “Bring. Him. Back.”

Blood dripped from Galamir’s nose. He touched it with his fingers and stared at his stained hand. “I will do no such thing. Raidh can rot in limbo for all eternity.”

Casimir grabbed Jaytee around the waist and hauled him back when he went for the bastard again. “If you don’t, I’ll tear out your evil heart.” Jaytee was panicked. Galamir was the only person who could give him back his mate. But it was clear in his eyes he really would let Raidh rot in limbo. He couldn’t kill his mate’s father. Not yet. Beating him to within an inch of his life wasn’t going to work. Jaytee was even willing to beg but knew his words would fall on deaf ears.

He had no idea what to do.

“The Unseelie has pushed my patience to the limit,” Panahasi said as he entered the room. His features darkened as his gaze burned into Galamir. “Did you learn nothing when Novus cast his death spell against Palmino? Do you not remember what happened to him, Galamir?”

Raidh’s father visibly shook as he stared at Panahasi’s nearly seven-foot stature. “They tell lies. I’ve done nothing to harm my son.”

The room darkened as it trembled, causing things to shake and shift around on shelves and tables. A few things smashed against the floor.

“I can feel your lie like an unreachable itch in my bones.” Panahasi scowled. “Call Raidh’s soul back to his body or I will not only take away what little power you have but also strip your family of its wealth and cast you into the underworld for all eternity.”

That was one hell of a threat. Galamir’s worst moments would play on a loop in his head, eventually driving him insane.

Jaytee inwardly rolled his eyes. Panahasi hadn’t initially come into the room because he’d wanted to make a grand entrance.

He was liking Panahasi’s style more and more.

Galamir knelt next to Raidh’s body.

“Hold on.” Jaytee raised his hand. “How do we know he’ll call the soul back instead of casting some other spell?”

“Because his very freedom depends on it,” Panahasi replied.

Hovering his hands over Raidh’s chest, Galamir closed his eyes and started chanting words Jaytee couldn’t understand. A chill filled the room, swirling around Jaytee, and he could have sworn he felt something brush his arm. He wanted to call out Raidh’s name but feared his voice would interfere with the spell or whatever it was.

Suddenly, a blue, luminescent light swirled around like a fine mist—like it had when Panahasi healed Jaytee—and then plunged into Raidh’s chest. His mate jerked and arched upward and sucked in a deep breath before he fell back down, growing still once again.

Jaytee was paralyzed as he waited. Time seemed to tick slowly by as his anxiety grew by the second. Had it worked? He’d seen his mate take a deep breath, but Jaytee was still worried Galamir had done something to mess this up.

The blue light surfaced and flowed upward like a spouting fountain before slowly sinking back inside.

Raidh’s eyelids fluttered open. Jaytee locked eyes with him, gazing into stunning lavender-gray irises.

“Moonbeam?” Jaytee said his name on a choked whisper. “Are you really back with me?” He dropped to one knee and held a shaky hand close to Raidh’s cheek, swallowing past the burning lump in his throat.

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