Page 15 of Sasquatch Love Spell

She much preferred him in the plaid.

The restricted area, or glimmer room, was so much different than the birch-and-pine tavern they had entered. It was luxurious, but if you were high up in the magical world and of Fae blood, then you demanded luxury. Even a ridiculous dress code.

Personally, it was a bit spoiled and annoying.

Dagda. I hate this part of the realm.

She couldn’t help but think of Adam’s comfy cabin in the forest. She liked the ruggedness of it. It reminded her of her mother’s small cottage on the Toronto Island. It was nestled under the trees. She grew up listening to the lake lap against the shore as she slept. Her mother was cold and distant, always watching her and expecting something, but the lake and the trees were comforting. They didn’t judge her, they soothed her. When she was nine, she keened for the first time and made a transformation. That was the end of living in that cottage on the island.

The Tuatha Order came and they had to be moved to an Order safe house, so she could learn, but always, she was watched.

Guarded.

She was locked away from the trees and nature.

Unless accompanied to perform a ritual.

Now, she understood why. She was a commodity.

Breeding stock.

“I see Caleb, Daniel, Ethan and Frank. Just missing Gideon and Benjamin.”

“You have six brothers? Your poor mother,” Aoife teased.

Adam chuckled. “Sasquatch young are born small, like humans. And honestly, my mother and father could not keep their hands off each other. If she hadn’t died, I’m sure there would be more of us.”

There was a hint of sadness in his voice as he said that. Aoife felt bad, because he seemed to actually have a loving connection with his parents and siblings. Aoife was an only child on her mother's side. She did have some messed-up half-siblings from her father, but they were kept away. She didn’t have the best relationship with her mother. Her mother cared about being the head of the Order. She was well respected for giving birth to a banshee. It gave her the status she craved. Head of the coven.

Aoife defied her mother and the Order as often as she could. It made her secretly pleased to think how pissed her mother would be to find out she was fucking a Sasquatch. Except as she moved through the glimmer room with Adam, it was more than that now.

She was worried she was a burden to him and his siblings, but just like he offered her protect, she would do the same, the best she could.

Adam was busy talking to his brothers and gesturing that they had to leave. They all looked a bit confused, but then oneby one they nodded in agreement and they finished up their drinks, leaving behind the disappointed Fae women who had been clinging to them.

A creepy sensation, like she was being watched, crept down her spine. The urge to howl was overcoming her. Death was lurking around. Her eyes narrowed and all the sounds and music of the bar began to go fuzzy as she honed in on the sound of her own breath, her own heart beating a steady rhythm between her ears. Like thunder.

She could see the slithery fingers of black fog creeping across the room, but she wasn’t quite sure where it was leading. She took a step forward, trying to follow it and wondering if it was her dear great-great-great grandfather or one of her half-siblings.

She really didn’t have time for this.

“Aoife?” Adam asked, gently shaking her out of her trance. His hand was on her shoulder, or rather it encompassed her shoulder. His eyebrows on his thick ridge were furrowed and he was concerned.

“I’m okay,” she reassured him. “Lost my train of thought. Have all your brothers gone back through the portal?”

“Except one. I found Gideon in the human bar, but Benjamin is missing,” he stated.

“Benjamin?” a singsong voice trilled.

Aoife turned around to see a vat of water at the edge of the bar. A mermaid was perched on the edge, her coral pink nipples peeking through her long magenta hair. Although, Aoife was not fooled for one minute by the mermaid’s pleasing appearance, she knew what lurked underneath.

It was all glamour to entice human males to their deaths.

A siren.

“Do you know where he is?” Adam asked.

The mermaid leaned closer, so more of her breast jutted out. She was trying to seduce Adam, and Aoife’s blood was boiling.

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