Page 14 of Sasquatch Love Spell

What was Ivar building an army for?

“I have to get to my brothers,” Adam finally announced. “They’ve gone to Thunder Bay.”

“I’ll get you to Thunder Bay. All you have to do is envision it,” Aoife stated, pulling on what remained of her black dress and then pulling on her cloak.

That’s where she was originally headed.

Yet, she didn't want to leave the cozy confines of Adam’s cabin built under the rock ledge.

She was safe here with him.

"No. You need to stay here,” Adam replied.

“It’s okay. I want to help. If I’m with you, I’ll be safe.”

“I can run to Thunder Bay in a couple of hours, but I can’t do that carrying you. You have to stay behind.”

Aoife cocked an eyebrow. “And I can transport us there in a matter of seconds. Envision where they’d be and I’ll get you there.”

“It’s not safe for you to be out and about. Not with Prince Ivar’s men looking for you.”

Aoife snorted. “They’re probably still out in the woods, with members of the Order, completely lost and turned around. Come on, let’s go get your brothers.”

Adam sighed, his shoulders slumping as he nodded. “Okay.”

Aoife tightened her cloak around her dress and Adam scooped her up in his big arms. “Close your eyes and envision it. Think about where they may be.”

Adam emptied his mind and Aoife was able to see the tavern, down by the docks, one that had a portal access quite close. A place where the magical kind could move unseen by the human world, even though mortals still frequented the place.

To a regular person, it would be known as a dive, but to her kind, those who were made up of myths and legends, it wasa safe establishment. She focused on that place, clinging tight to Adam as she used her magic to transport them through the ripples of realms, until they were fully formed out in front.

It was night now and the cold drizzle was a bit refreshing, as Adam’s cabin was warm and she had spent the last couple of hours working up a sweat. She was used to the mist and the moors. The rain was a welcome feeling. She spent a lot of time there when her mother dragged her to Ireland and the ancestral home. Back to where her family’s first coven came from. Where Death and witch first mixed, making her great-great grandmother, the first harbinger of the family.

She loved the moors, but hated the cursed place where her family gathered. No one was sincere in her family. It was all about control.

Power.

Dark magic.

Even then.

There was a blast of a horn and she could see a great big laker slowly slipping out, into the dark waters of Lake Superior. There was another ripple and a large tentacle crested the water, before slowly sinking back underneath. Their whole realm hiding in plain sight.

“We should move quickly and then get back to my place,” Adam stated.

“The portals will be watched for me, but I can get us back to the cabin. Or I’ll meet you back there if you want to travel with your brothers and make sure they’re safe.”

“That sounds like a good plan.” Adam opened the swinging door to the tavern and she ducked under his big arm as they made their way in. There was a loud music and the place was made of birch and pine. There was sawdust on the floor, but she could see glimmers of the more refined areas where the higher-class Fae hung out, separate from the humans.

Pockets of magic rooms which were naked to the mortal eye.

There were a few humans milling about, but not many, and those who were there paid them no heed as they slumped over the bar with their pints of beer. Adam’s keen eyes were scouring over the bar area.

“Do you see them?” she asked.

“There, in the glimmer area,” Adam murmured. “ There are four of them in there. They must’ve been invited in, because we’re not usually allowed in there.”

“I am.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him to the veil of the restricted area. Holding on to him, they melted through the shimmering wall of magic and instantly, her dress was repaired and sparkled like new. Her dirty cloak was clean and when she saw Adam, his flannel was replaced with a dress shirt and trousers that didn’t suit him at all.

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