Page 11 of Sasquatch Love Spell

“I find that surprising.”

“Because Fae usually look down on us?” he asked.

She nodded. “Sorry, but they do.”

“I believe it was a revenge fuck, but I’m not sure. I think her husband was watching from a closet and getting his own. I guess we’re good for sexual experimentation.”

Aoife understood that all too well. Often her kind were used for that. She was a commodity, not something to be treasured or loved.

“The only reason my family wants me is to use me to marry off to Prince Ivar. So I understand being used.”

Adam bolted upright. “Prince Ivar wants you?”

“I’m Prince Ivar’s supposed newest intended. That’s why I’m running.”

“What?” he roared. “Are you telling me that I just fucked Prince Ivar’s intended?”

“I mean nothing to Ivar. He has many wives. And it’s not by my choice, and that jackass has three wives already. He wants to breed children who are his own little assassins. He wants to use me and I wasn’t going to let that happen. My Order had other ideas.”

Adam didn’t look so convinced. “You know he could send his army into my woods and destroy me and my brothers.”

“He’s not that powerful,” Aoife stated. “And he doesn’t have jurisdiction here. He’s a prince of the fairies, not the whole magical realm. His father King Tiene doesn’t bother us here.”

“King Tiene controls everyone and everywhere,” Adam groused.

“Exactly, he has the power.”

“So why does Prince Ivar want you when he has wives?” Adam asked.

“I’m half banshee, not a full one, and my stupid Order thought I would be a good bargaining piece to make a deal. They have others they could barter with. Trust me, once he knows that I’ve mated with a Sasquatch, he’s not going to want me.”

“Were you using me?” Adam asked, quietly.

Aoife’s heart sank and she stroked his face. “No. I wanted you.”

Although she did have to wonder about love spells and pheromones, because the magic in the air was potent.

Adam tied back his long mane of hair, looking unconvinced. “You know they capture my kind, eh? Use them as soldiers. Especially if we toe a foot out of line.”

She dropped her head. “I know. They did, but more of the realm is aware. King Tiene has said the soldier Sasquatches are gone.”

“So he says,” Adam snorted.

His mistrust was not wrong. King Tiene was cruel.

“My Order in Toronto wanted to form an alliance, but I wasn’t having any of it. I’m not going back to the old-world ways. I’m not going back to Ireland where my family came from. I won’t be banished there either or live under Ivar’s thumb.”

Aoife shuddered to think of that.

Her grandmother and mother had talked a lot about what it was like and she had spent time there. Death, her great-great-great grandfather, came around from time to time to torment them. In the old parts of the realm she was feared, alone and looked down upon. It’s why she came here. In Canada, there was such a diversity of magical beings that all seemed to just coexist with humans, but humans were mostly unaware. Portals linked through hotspots in the fabric of time made it easy to travel.

It was the perfect place to blend in and hide.

There was no way she was going back. To the Order, to Ireland, to the Fae realm.

Adam worried his bottom lip, his brow furrowed. “I’ll protect you.”

For one moment,he thought he was being used again. Just like that time he fucked that Fae woman, some upper-class fairy. He had been smitten with her, but not enough to consider himself mated to her.

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