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Said husband was a prick who treated his wife like a fucking dog. Nothing was ever done to him for beating the shit out of her bad enough to be hospitalized six times in a year.

The Saints scoffed, several acting as if it was a normal day at the office, where a Saint can do no wrong, no matter how disgustinghe is. While his so-called precious covenant, that he vowed to protect and cherish until the day he dies, is being held to an unimaginable standard. She is to be his pass around plaything, when he feels like it.

She was raped by his best friend and voted to be a cheating whore, sentenced to six months of training in a halfway house, for the ones that break the rules, supposedly run by the church.

I called bullshit and almost blew the investigation on Boudreaux and his accomplices that day. Many of the Saints from that meeting fled and have not been seen since.

That’s when Boudreaux went into hiding, and right about the same time Devereaux’s wife was taken.

My actions, not being able to control my anger over that poor woman, created a ripple effect. I caused all of this.

We know of the few documents found in the queen bees house, and in the apartment her son had, due to Sin and his men finding it. Not, the Saints put on this case. We don’t know who can be trusted anymore.

That’s a problem when you are in a Deity of the Saints and you are not in charge of shit other than doing what your best friends dad, who is the King for now, says.

I teased Liam relentlessly when we were kids. King Liam, Saint of the universe. I gave him a sword and a stone themed kegger for his twenty-first birthday at our fraternity in college.

Now that I know the only reason that I don’t carry that birth right is because witches cursed my name, I honestly don’t know how I feel.

Hell, my, however many times over, grandfather changed our last name in the late eighteen hundreds, dropping the last several letters, to change my family’s last name to Blaze.

I’m fucking ashamed of my ancestors.

I don’t want or need the burden of being the next King. Darius has made a name for himself as our King in the last twenty-seven years. I know that Liam will change the game when he takes over, and the war that we have already started will erupt when he does.

My thoughts continue spiraling until they finally slow as Evie belts out, “Marie Laveau,” by Bobby Bare. She puts her hands up like claws as he makes the most god-awful screeching noise along with the song, making me bust out laughing!

That’s the spell that Genevieve Hope LaBlanc has put me under. She makes me laugh like I have never laughed with anyone else, including my brothers.

I am in awe of, and so in love with this adorable, perfect, little witch. My witch.

I pull in front of Evie’s childhood home and put the car in park, noticing Liam and Emily are already unloading their vehicle.

Little miss sunshine bounces on her toes waving to her best friend.

“Home.” She chimes before bouncing out of the car.

I follow suite watching Evie spin around with her arms out in front of her childhood home. Her eyes sparkle and her smile is as bright as the New Orleans sun. I want her to be this happy forever.

Evie lights up even more, letting Jinx out of the car, practically running to the gate. She presses her fingers to her lips, then places her hand on the center of the beautiful iron trinity symbol on the gate.

“Home sweet home.” She hollers out looking up at our beautiful home.

I can’t help but look up at its beauty in awe knowing that it holds so many memories for us both.

Chapter 27

Evie

It’s the first week in February, one week from Alec and M.J.’s wedding, and a little over a month until ours.

We have been stalking my brother and his family for weeks, proving that they are actually normal, and seem to be working very hard to figure out who, and where I am.

Christian has put the word out to everyone who matters, asking about his long-lost sister. I’ve watched him constantly, learning about him and his family. Not just the one that he grew up in, but the one that he created for himself.

The family that he created is loyal to a fault. I watched his best friend and brother drive him and his wife to the hospital, where I got to see my little nephew and his mother put on a gurney, and quickly wheeled into the emergency room.

She looked dead. I have watched many people die over the years, and the way her arm fell off the side of the gurney as they wheeled her into the E.R reminded me of every movie that someone of importance dies in on the way into the operating room.

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